I have been struggling. My situation is pretty cozy compared to others’. I have a nice house, money for food, health insurance, a job that lets me work for home. I have no reason to panic, but the pure strangeness of life during coronavirus has gotten to me. I normally read on an iPad, which makes it far too easy to flip back and forth between the novel I’m reading (To Calais, in Ordinary Time, by James Meek) and Twitter. This is no fault of what I’m reading, it’s just…how can fiction compete with the dire weirdness going on in the world?
I’m hoping that I’ll adjust to the surrealness of social distancing and telecommuting soon. In the meantime, I’m sorry to say that it’s going to be difficult for me to match my usual reading pace.
Take care out there, everyone! Keep reading. I will, too.