I have been strangely upbeat the past few days. Even though one of my dear friends is sick and is waiting to see if it COVID-19. We are praying it is negative, but if he got it and that was it, that would be good, too, I guess? Hard to know what to think anymore.
I have not written on any of my books in ages. It’s odd, I thought if I knew I was going to die, I would not take my meds and become manic and write until I dropped dead from fatigue.
Instead, I am writing stuff for work, which is slower than slow, trying to get more clients. With everyone home (no privacy for many), being on lockdown, and the people out of work, paying a sex worker is pure luxury. I am now kicking myself HARD for not saving tons of money. But who could have known?
“As coronavirus spreads, more people thinking about end-of-life directives: Many are considering medical instructions, guardianship designations and other legal contingency plans.”
In the piece, they say:
“…recommends compiling beneficiary designations, life insurance policies, a list of passwords, key contacts, medical professionals and financial advisers in one place so someone who needs access to that information can find it easily.”
A quick search of “Living Will Coronavirus” came up with tons of sites for lawyers doing just that sort of thing.
It was relieving to see I am not alone in my paranoia about “getting my affairs in order.” I never really thought of others being just as scared as I am, but clearly, I am not alone.
I am reading (listening to Audible) at an astounding rate for not listening every waking moment. I try to listen even if only for a few minutes while I’m eating.
In the last couple of months, I have read:
Reading right now: Hitting a Straight Lick with a Crooked Stick: Stories from the Harlem Renaissance by Zora Neale Hurston (this JUST came out and I LOVE IT! Love Zora Neale Hurston anyway, but these newly found short stories are amazing)
- The Murmur of Bees and the book in Spanish, El Murmullo de Las Abejas by Sofia Segovia (exquisitely beautiful)
- Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston (my favorite book ever ever ever)
- Roughing It by Mark Twain (good, some hearty guffaws, but LOTS of racism)
- Born Standing Up by Steve Martin (great)
- The Artist’s Journey: The Wake of the Hero’s Journey and the Lifelong Pursuit of Meaning by Steven Pressfield (I barely remember it)
- Daisy Jones & The Six: A Novel by Taylor Jenkins Reid (a fun quick read.. being made into a movie)
- The Ride of a Lifetime: Lessons Learned from 15 Years as CEO of the Walt Disney Company by Robert Iger (LOVED it, but then I LOVE Disney, too)
- The Night Watchman by Louise Erdrich (fantastic!)
- Originals: How Non-Conformists Move the World by Adam Grant , Sheryl Sandberg (LOVED this!!! Wish I had read it in my 20’s)
- Beautiful by Juliet Marillier (meh, not my favorite of hers)
That would take me back to the beginning of January.
Reading, Not Writing
So apparently, I am going to spend my last days reading instead of writing. Have I already put down everything I need to say?
Not quite sure yet.