I highly doubt the person at the Unitarian Universalist Church who created these daily meditations counted on COVID-19 and social isolation. For the sake of our fellow humans, we have forsaken our freedom to congregate in groups and socialize in mass events. Freedom, it seems, is defined by not having it.
In these days, we realize that freedom has a cost. Those who speak about the military say "Freedom is not always free". What they're missing is that freedom is never free. Freedom to congregate in the days of Novel Coronavirus means the virus will spread faster. Freedom of choice at the supermarket leaves us bewildered. And freedom to choose weapons that can kill tens of people in minutes costs society many more innocent lives.
If we have freedom, we have responsibility to others. A free market economy requires corporate responsibility to customers and workers, which doesn't always happen, thus the need for laws. The freedom to bear arms requires responsibility to keep those guns from the hands of children, which sadly fails too many times. We do not handle our freedoms well.
I hadn't expected this to be such a somber reflection. We usually talk about freedom in lofty terms in the US, leaving the costs of freedom on the shoulders of soldiers who fight for American interests. But we all have a responsibility to make decisions for the whole about how much freedom we should allow.
I ran into a quote from Alex Haley, author of Roots, that I wish I could find again. It pointed out that it was better to love writing than to love being a writer, because when you love being a writer, you're in love with the trappings of fame and money.
And that's what happened to me -- I fell in love with chasing publication, with chasing a vision of fame. And, not finding it, I wanted to let my writing go.
I'm finally starting to get back into writing again. Just in time to go on a trip where I'm not going to get much done.
I'm still working on a short story, Hands, about one of my characters in Prodigies. It's a background story, one of those "what influenced this character" ideas, but it also reflects some of today's issues with white nationalism. I have the bare bones all written (ok, mostly written) and put together into a Word file, and I now have to smooth and develop and finesse it. A lot like sitting over a finished first draft of a novel, but shorter. I've already written another from Prodigies, although it's more of a character sketch, called Tanabata.
Short stories aren't as "sexy" as novels. They don't become national best-sellers, and they don't make money. But they get my name out there, and they can give little drops of affirmation.
I'm also packing up for a road trip -- by train. It's my annual moulage gig for New York Hope. I think I've mentioned this before. But train travel is fun for writing -- either in the observation lounge where the scenery passes by, or in the sleeper car.
