I read posts from authors who say they are using this time to write and write and write, to get books finished, started or well underway. Here I am struggling for motivation. Not because I'm miserable or depressed, even though some days it's difficult to ignore the COVID-19 horrors, but I just can't get the thought processes going.
So, here's something from one of my published books, putting it out there hoping you'll enjoy it.
Norfolk
Island 1796
I’ve not seen anything this
beautiful in my life. My baby will be born in paradise. I expect to see
leprechauns or elves or faeries peeking from behind those magnificent trees. Me
and two other girls put our heads back and take in the sky. It’s bluer than
I’ve ever seen. Bluer than the sky over the ocean on our journey. There are no
clouds. The air is fresh, and tastes like the quince jam the cook used to let
us have in the master’s kitchen. I never thought air could have a taste, but
this air does.
