How a Writer Beats the Coronavirus Blues

If we turn on the news today or just ride around in a car listening to the radio, it’s not long before we hear another report of deaths or another statistic that takes the wind out of our sails.

It is important more than ever to social distance, wash our hands, and generally take care of our loved ones who are immunocompromised. However, one of the worst problems for this writer is being down in the dumps about this virus and what it’s done to my life. The truth is, I haven’t written anything in a while.

I tried doing a daily post about works that inspire writing, but that fell flat pretty quick as I was working to take care of my mother who is elderly and suffers from congestive heart failure. She’s fine otherwise, just staying home with her little dog Chester, watching Netflix shows and eating snacks, but I’m finding it harder and harder to keep her there. She went to church last Sunday and wore a mask and took wet wipes. I’m praying she didn’t contract the virus and that has really bummed me out, too. She says not to worry, to put our faith in God (and I am) but I also am not going to go run off a cliff and hope He’ll catch me.

God gave us a brain, after all.

In this daily horror show, a scenario much like that of Stephen King’s “The Stand”, we see both extremes of human behavior. I mean, people…