If you’ve ever written anything, you’ve experienced the “What now?” Most writers have journals, screenplays, incomplete manuscripts or novels secreted away in a drawer (in my case a patchwork denim clamshell suitcase from the 70s)
After Corona, I fear I will never experience such a radiant summer or be blessed by such sweet sunshine ever again. I understand how this irony will be lost on you, so allow me to explain.