At 64 years young I finally have the time to dedicate to my writing. The series Shadow Light is my baby. Now up to three completed novels and seeking an Agent to accompany me on the journey of publishing and marketing.
There it was! I held my hand up to shade against the blinding light of the sun. Yes, a ship! I squinted into the distance. Gone! I stepped back from the window. Hallucination? Must have been, couldn’t be a ship. Not way out here. I slumped back into the chair and rubbed a dry callused hand over my eyes and shrugged. The isolation was getting to me. Couldn’t have been a ship. Especially the sails I saw.
03. FEBRUARY. 2020… YIBIN… SICHUAN… CHINA I am now 63 years young and I sit here in quarantine due to China’s outbreak of Coronavirus. With over 360 dead in China, 1 in The Philippines, and 21,000 infected worldwide it is an epidemic, yet with no cure and no idea of how long China will be virtually closed to the outside world… There are, I believe, over 260 cured at present, but there is always a question mark on these figures one way or the other… Either way China is scared…
The sheet of Timple slid off the rubble pile as gloved hands rifled through it. “Bloody Timple.” Bertrund grumbled, adjusted his helm, and slung the air tube back over his shoulder, took a deep hissy breath through his mask and knelt carefully to his task.