But this is 2020.
This is the year I had to camp out at the grocery store at 5am and wait in line for an hour to stand a chance at getting toilet paper. This is the year I had to wait with bated breath to make sure when hubby's company laid off 30% of its employees that he wasn't one of them.
This is also the year I get yelled at on a daily basis by customers about masks. I get yelled at when I wear gloves, I get yelled at for signs on the door asking them to wear masks, and I get yelled at for what other adults are doing that I have no control over as a part-time retail worker.
When I think about putting words on the page, especially words involving love and an HEA...
I seriously can't even begin to get there. Right now romance involves someone treating me to an unlimited supply of sanitizer and spaghetti sauce.
But I miss writing. I miss the escape, and I miss the community. I'm going to attempt to write for NaNoWriMo, but I'm going to write for fun this year. Over the next 5 days, I'm going to put up a post a day with absolute back-to-basics style of Preptober work.
Are you exhausted by the clusterfuck of the world too? Play along with me. Are you still a functioning human? You're a better person than me. So come along with me and cheer me on.
See you tomorrow for the most basic #Preptober work on the planet.