We Have to Do What? @kdkoppang

Kathleen Delaney, author of Murder Half-Baked and other books, retired from real estate to pursue writing full time. She’s here today to talk about how the shut down is affecting her and why she doesn’t mind it so much.

Purebred Dead, the first in the new Mary McGill series, was released in August 2015 and Curtains for Miss Plym was released in April 2016. Blood Red, White and Blue was released in July 2017 and was a finalist for best canine book of the year in the Dog Writers of America annual writing contest. Kathleen’s newest book in the series, Dressed to Kill, was released in the UK on August 1, 2019 and in the US on November 1, 2019.

http://www.kathleendelaney.net/

I am sitting at my desk, staring at the computer, listening to the clock tick, wondering how I’m going to write this blog. I planned to write about the coronavirus but it’s hard to find something new to say about it. You see someone talking about it on every TV station, hear about it on radio programs and there is information all over social media. How much of that is true, I don’t know, but it’s as hard to get away from as the actual virus itself. So, I guess I’ll just write about my, and my families, reaction to all this.

We’re in lock down. My whole town, and now my whole state. We weren’t at first, but they told all of us seniors, especially all of us senior seniors, to stay at home. To show they meant it, they closed the senior center. Then the gym where I went 2-3x a week for the aquatic class closed. Next the local restaurants dining rooms closed, and lots of small business shut down. The library was still open, which I wasn’t too sure about, but it’s closed now. So is my local nursery. I never thought that someplace outside would close, but it shut. And now, we are under strict orders for everybody to stay at home. Not a nice quiet suggestion but orders from above. Stay at home and wash your hands even if you haven’t come in contact or touched anyone but the dog since the last time you washed them. It looks as if Easter breakfast, which was supposed to be at my house, is going to be postponed, to maybe Mother’s Day. Maybe.

And, you know what? I’m fine with it all.

I don’t mean I like it. No one likes it. I feel a little as if I’m under house arrest, and in a way, I guess that’s what’s happening. But I have no desire to catch this thing. It’s serious. I am 83 and have a file of previous conditions that rivals War and Peace in volume. If I get this virus I doubt if I’d make it out the other side and I don’t like the idea one bit. Nor do I like the idea that I might somehow infect someone else, so I’m staying home. My daughter is bringing in my groceries and I’m getting along fine. I’ve downloaded some new books on my Kindle, why I don’t know. My TBR pile is high and for the first time in ages I’m ploughing through it. By the way, I’m reading a good one now. Lethal Waves by Pauline Rowson, published by Severn House and I’m looking forward to discovering more authors new to me before this is all over. I’ll do a little cooking and put some of it in the freezer, if I can find any room left in there. It’s spring and the closet could stand cleaning out. Repotting the outside pots will have to wait a while but I’m going to see if my daughter, who wears a mask when she does the shopping, can find me some herbs and maybe a tomato plant.

So, dear friends and readers, sit tight, take a deep breath and go wash your hands. This will eventually be over. In the meantime, stay safe, stay home, and keep reading.

Just a quick note. All 9 Kathleen Delaney mystery novels are available on Kindle. Now might be a good time to check them out. Read the 1st chapters here.

www.kathleendelaney.net