COVID Emotion (my new pop band)

 I have considered the use of focusing my writing on COVID-19 as a topic. I considered how it might be good for prosperity; may be one of those things I would enjoy looking back on once it's over. "Oh man, that's right - some places would take your temperature before you could even go in!" But I felt so uninspired and then I threw myself into assembling a collection of short stories for my publication (An Uncanny Madness, in stores now!) and I didn't want to force it. This blog is so precious to me because I know I can write whatever I want whenever I want - it had to be organic. 

Then last week happened. 

Last week (well, maybe the week before) was murder on me and so many of my cohorts. All of us Service Industry / Customer Service types who found it more natural to trudge on with a stubborn, blind optimism were finally hit with a thick, dark malaise. Those of us who survived to see this week were left wounded and sore from battle. Suddenly this was life during wartime. Those of us who had bested our somber enemy in round one were left to fend off the constant nibbling of our co-workers and strangers throughout the duration of the following days. All I can say is: thank God we have upped our communication game as a collective, because without that, many of us would have been left to go it all alone. Certain it was something only they were going through. Certain that their Special Attributes had failed them. That they hadn't boosted their Guardian Force with enough rabbit-like precision at the proper time of battle. 

Luckily - for most of us in my community, anyway - we were able to catch on in time. If not in time to prevent such feelings then certainly in time to remedy the situation Just in time for a quick comeback. 

So I guess the best callbacks for "prosperity" (so far) might be that
 a.) you should always practice good communication / check on your friends and
 b.) while we were busy focusing on "flattening the curve", the real enemy was finding all of us as individuals, in waves. 

Death may not be the worst thing to happen to us, although I hardly think I am fit to discuss it, as I have never died. I will say that in my opinion defeat, loneliness and emotional feeling of overwhelming seems as though it might be a bit worse. Pain is the real death. Death is simply the eventual conclusion.