feelies: Greetings! From Quarantine

At the age of thirteen I taught myself how to write clear, topic oriented, features. At the age of twenty, I taught myself how to abandon all of it. 

weirdly beautiful architecture at a rest stop in St Augustine, FL whilst on a 21 hr road trip

As said on "Wait Wait Don't Tell Me!" this week, the last thing literary agents, and the general public for that matter, want are tales from quarantine. Throughout this pandemic, I've lived in three different places. For two months, I was in my apartment in Brooklyn, painting the walls from one shade of white to another and watching rom coms with my roommate. For three weeks, I was at my parent's in New Jersey. I'm currently in Florida with the family I babysit for, swimming in backyard pools and watching fifteen minute torrential rain storms with awe.

Chi, basking 

Ironically, this could've been the best time for me to write. Before the entire world shifted, I was working two jobs and a full time student. Yet, I can't bring myself to do anything. I figured if the retail stores and schools and public parks were on pause, I should be also.

I guess this could be looked at as a "throw away" post. If you ever were there for my first endeavor, How Fitting, you'd know I quite like writing paragraphs upon paragraphs of nothing. I guess I felt the need to document my own postcard from quarantine. I promise I won't write further about it. Or try to sell you a book on it. Or continuously speak on it. I'd hope to keep my blog, and everything I write in general, rooted in reality but my mind is all escapism.

xx

-annie