Writing Big Year: Bring on the next six weeks

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4:06 PM on Day One of Lockdown #2 in the city of Melbourne in the country of Australia. I experienced a visceral shock at the sudden plunge from “nearly unlocked to normality” (well, I’d been sitting in a cafe for two hours every morning, once again writing amongst humanity) to home lockdown (only four reasons to leave the house, folks). The shock was more pronounced because a much-delayed grandparent visit to Darwin has had to be shelved once more. But there’s no point in whining when so much of the world lives amongst Covid-19 risks a magnitude higher than mine.

So . . . six weeks, forty-two days. Unlike the first lockdown period, which yielded progress but nothing outstanding, this time I am pent up to hit every day running and to see the quasi-incarceration as an opportunity, both for writing and life in general. We are but our actions allied to our dreams, and this time I intend to make me proud of myself.

Un-lockdown’ing

No more lockdown

There isn’t such a word but that’s what I’m doing. Here in Melbourne the lockdown has begun to be eased. Five people to your home … that doesn’t sound like much but it let us go see our local grandchildren yesterday for the first time in two months. Emotionally, that feels so much like a release, that I’m ceasing the daily “Lockdown” posts on this blog site. Those 46 Lockdown posts were nothing profound, just a means of prodding me to be attentive to the strangeness of the Covid-19 times. At the same time, I’m ceasing the daily “Defiance” posts on my other blog (an example here); those 43 posts were similarly aimed at keeping the flame of climate action burning. From today onwards, lockdown no longer imprisons me.

2020 recast

2020

We’re not out of lockdown yet but in my mind and heart, I’m now calling myself free. Free to look forward. Free to embrace a fervent future. Free to dream big.

After a month-plus of hiding and indulging, I now gaze outward. I wake up early. I strive.

Within the swirling chaos of everyday life, my Big Decade skeleton overlaying 2020 will be two big years, the Writing Big Year launched yesterday, and the continuing, trivial-but-uplifting Lexicon Big Year.

How I wish the rest of 2020 spanned twelve months, not merely eight!