It was a strange time; ‘normal’ life - work, sports, travel, meetings for a cuppa with friends - had been put on hold. Initially replaced by fear: that the former normal might not return, of how to manage the lockdown, the fear of infection, revealed when going to the supermarket - writing was a good way to manage, to articulate fears and to write the way out of it.
A random group of people, mainly from New Zealand but including a writer from Chicago, met regularly online every day at 11 am for an hour, sometimes an hour and a half. To write together and to share what flowed out of the pen, what appeared on paper when given a random topic and approximately 15 minutes.
These writings are a snapshot of an unusual time. By a select and privileged group of people who had the luxury to retreat into a quiet space, with access to the internet, to write. I’d love to hear about other realities too, but - how to connect with others in time of lockdown, if not over the internet?
Below some of the work written in that daily hour. They are unedited, published as they first appeared on the page.
