It’s one of those tumultuous days as far as weather is concerned. Rain, wind, clouds, spotty breaks with the sun peeking through, and cool temperatures. While walking with my wife yesterday before our evening meal, I mentioned that I was shelving a story I had been trying desperately hard to edit into a decent novel. I was frustrated beyond belief as the story itself is a good one.

It just isn’t the right time for me to work on it. Naturally, that causes an internal disquiet. And of course, that also has its own echoes upon the body. An hour and a half of massage [I had booked the appointment two weeks earlier] and I am now right as rain. My masseuse has no issue with me being nude and undraped during the massage which makes for a better massage experience.

The novel which I am now going to focus upon is what I call a space opera for now. I began the story in early April as a serialised audio story for my grandchildren who range in ages from 24 to 10 years of age. The six of them [there are two younger grandchildren] were characters in the story. After five instalments, the project came to an end. Five thousand words were written and apparently were enjoyed. Yet, with all of our lives being tossed upon the waves of Covid19, holding to that project was too difficult for all of us.

As for the story itself had reached 5,000+ words, and I like the premise of the story, I have decided to re-approach the story as a novel that is geared to a larger audience. I am unsure if the story will become naturist fiction or not. Since I typically fly by the seat of my pants while writing, there is much that I will be discovering along the way, including answering that question. One thing I know for sure, I am not ready to work on the second novel of the Celtic Tree of Life series.

Adding to my sense of being in a topsy-turvy world, are the issues surrounding the return to school for children in North America. I have grandchildren in both Canada and the USA who have begun a new school year. Will they be safe? Will the teachers be safe? Will the schools find themselves closing again? I finished my career in education as the principal of a school. I can’t imagine how I would cope with so much uncertainty. Thankfully, I am retired and have my writing to turn to, work that draws me inward, away from the pandemic that is changing everything we know about the world.

Where do you find your safe sanctuary?