There is a thing that happens when you are a writer and something really bad is happening (like, for instance, a global pandemic). People ask you if you’ve been writing. The answer is no. I haven’t written one word. I’ve been gardening and planting my fields and cleaning out chicken coops and tearing down walls in my house. Writing? Not so much. It feels like if I am going to be a big W writer during a big P pandemic I need to write about it, which is the…