INFORMATION ALPHA DELTA
Revisiting Covid all over again.
Was a fun day when my pregnant wife sent me a text from the bedroom of a photo of a positive covid test. We’d attended a wedding three days prior, one of my wife’s friends apparently brought a viral hitchhiker along for the celebration.
I remained in denial.
The entire day and night was spent outdoors, we weren’t allowed inside the house. There were porta-potties. In any case we became infected, brought the pathogen home. It lived in my house now, and there is no escaping the contagious spread of SARS 2.0 it would seem.
I slept in the crawlspace to try to avoid it. Held my breath while bringing my wife food. None of which worked, and I refused to leave her.
I will not, leave, my wing-woman. Or wear a mask, as it were.
So I’m on the other end now, still a bit snotty, still sleeping twelve hours a day, but I feel like this is the last day. I have self decreed that I will no longer succumb to this bullshit disease. Looking forward to getting some writing done next week. Covid booster here we come…
It’s the Whistler Writers Festival starting tomorrow and I’ve got a couple of events booked. Workshop #3 - Preparing to Promote, which I’m excited for, as I genuinely don’t know how to effectively promote myself and my work, and Reading #1, where we get to meet some fellow independent authors. #Indieauthors!
OH! And here's a little snippet from the sequel I'm working on.
She opened the box, extracted her new glassware. Nokia frames, glossy, the colour of aged ivory licked with a faint patina and curved like bone, no straight lines. She jacked the supplied holomem, booted code, installed the cipher and got to the business of beginning.
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