After 102 days of no community transmission, Covid-19 is back in New Zealand. We kicked this once, let’s do it again.
You’re not going to get much sensible out of me today. On the way to work this morning, hubby’s cellphone got an emergency announcement from the government that Covid-19 cases have been discovered in the community in New Zealand and the whole country is going to a higher alert level.
After 102 days with no community spread.
A hundred and two days.
It was never going to stay out, but it was nice while it lasted.
Now is the time for me to be grateful.
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In which I share my reflections on how Covid-19 lockdown did not live up to expectations and my reading list of books by black authors.
On 23 March 2020, New Zealand went into level 3 lockdown in preparation for going into level 4 lockdown two days later.
I went home.
Yesterday, on 8 June 2020, we finally made it down to zero active cases of Covid-19 in the country and the alert level dropped to level 1.
Between those times, I left the house twice–both times to drive to the shop around the block and not get out of the car. Today for the first time I went into the shop.
Other were people were there and I’m still not sure how I feel about that.
I guess lockdown is over (for now and hopefully permanently), so this seems like a good time to reflect on it.
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Like everyone else living through the pandemic, Sebastian and Rain are shaken by what’s going on. A banana might be involved.
If you’ve been around a while, you might remember Sebastian and Rain, my writer half and my reader half. Usually they rant or rave about books and occasionally throw grapes at each other, but it turns out they have opinions about other things as well.
I’ll hand over to let them explain.
Sebastian: I should start by saying this was not my idea. I wanted to have a nice literary discussion about a book.
Rain: Do we ever have “nice literary discussions” about books?
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I wanted to write a blog post that entertained or meant something, but it feels wrong to be funny when the world is so grim, and currently my insights are as scattered as my concentration. So you get a stream of consciousness about my current editing strife instead. Sorry about that.
Recently I looked back at my record of word counts, and discovered I started writing my WIP in December 2015. I finished the first draft in March 2016, and I’ve been editing ever since. During that time I’ve changed the story substantially, learned a lot, and written enough scenes for five books.
Okay, probably not five. But I have scrapped and replaced a lot.
I even sent the story to beta readers once. The feedback? Parts were good, but what the main character was doing for most of the book had nothing to do with the main quest.
I’ve pulled the whole book apart and put it back together again. I’ve solved some problems and introduced others.
And along the way I’ve discovered some truths. In case they’re helpful for you, or you enjoy laughing at my pain, here they are.
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My friends tell me my life self-isolating to break the spread of Covid-19 is exactly the same as my summer holidays. Here’s why they’re so wrong.
On 26 March, the whole of New Zealand went into self-isolation at home. Well, everyone except those with important jobs required to keep us all alive, such as medical professionals, couriers, farmers, Covid-19 researchers, and supermarket checkout operators.
I am not an essential worker, though I have the uncertain delight of being able to work from home.
Delight because being able to earn income allows me to buy books, which makes me happy. Uncertain because having the Prime Minister to tell you not to go to work is the adult version of getting a note from your mum saying you’re excused from gym class. (Or PE, as we call it.)
But I have to go anyway.
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