Hello Australia, as we rage towards the silly season I've had the thought the usual Christmas has not as yet taken place, not even started to pace itself out.
The stores are...Empty.
Just when we need some frivolity, we've put on the brakes. Bigger than Ben Hur this smacks of a plot orchestrated by MI5 or James Bond, although, I’m sure Ian Fleming or ‘M’ could have come up with a much better plot line.
Fishing in Fiji |
Don’t worry there will be movie rights, I’m sure, we can all laugh at our limited access to toilet paper, the odd loaf of bread, and this whole ghastly this is over.
I’m sure like me, you’ve had
major events, and meetings cancelled, or lost your jobs due to the
casualisation of our workforce, casuals the first to have their hours cut, no
sick pay for them either. Job Keeping is continually being cut back, regardless of the fact there are no job...well there were none before Rona, there's even less now.
Earlier, in the pandemic our Nation, instead of pulling together, were pulling ourselves apart. Over buying and hording of food, no thought for anyone else in his/her community. Fear is taking the place of human compassion, a nasty view for anyone’s eyes. Not something I thought I’d see in my own country. Australians, as a nation, are usually very caring in national disasters. Not this time it seems.
I can hear you saying, Karen, is on a rant, she’s found a platform to vent. And, maybe that’s true, not for the reasons you’re all thinking, well, most of you anyway. I've cast my line, and hoping to pull in a story line.
I’m talking about all that I have just said, there is to my thinking, quite a few story plots in the above six paragraphs. Oh, shake your heads, if you wish, but truly there is, you just have to pick up your pen, pencil or laptop and get started. It’s a challenge let’s do it. SF piece of 500 words, Covid19, it could have the potential of being your next novel.
South Australian Museum
I hear you say, ‘I don’t want to
write about an epidemic’, the story’s been done, and right you. So, then dust of
all those old stories that are sitting in folders on, or under your desk, and cherry pick the best, and get started.
Get those rusty cogs turning again, there is story here. 2020 will be a thing in the future...people will be saying 'Remember 2020, what a year.'
Self-isolation, the best time to write, the best time to exercise that lazy muscle, your imagination. There is polishing to be done, characters to be resurrected.
As good old Gough Whitlam once said ‘Its Time.’
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