Sometimes it intrudes. I noted a few comments in relation to me and recent hurricanes in the Gulf of Mexico. Believe me, I pay CLOSE attention, being 30 miles inland from the Gulf. Since 2005 I've taken hits, Rita in 2005, Ike in 2008, Laura and Delta in 2020.
This year I've been fortunate. Everything has been FAR to the east. I know what Florida, Georgia, the Carolinas and Tennessee are working through. It's horrendous to crawl back into an hurricane-devastated area not knowing what you'll find for a home, how long before you get electricity (except for a noisy generator) and groceries. I was thankful to find meals prepared by Mennonite volunteers from Ohio set up in the parking lot of a devastated Catholic church. People helped people.
But this year it's not me. I'm thankful.
As for the writing, I'm into a chapter of Beach House and a chapter of Community, so your patience is appreciated. As always, thanks for reading.