by Emme Gannon @GannonEmme
As the glow from my computer screen illuminated the darkened room, I pondered my weekly writing goal. Disappointing. Instead of producing a flurry of words my mind had turned to mush. Many of my writer friends had reported a creative surge in their word count during this coronavirus isolation. My words would come, but like a firefly whose light departs in the early morning hour, my story angle would disappear, ensnared by news reports of doom.
