Out of the Caverns


Posted on October 22, 2020 by Jenn Zatopek

Earlier this year, I wrote a little essay I loved, which was rejected by several publications. Feeling dejected, I wondered why creating art about an experience before Coronavirus would be deemed irrelevant by editors. It occurred to me, only recently, that it is only irrelevant if I look to others for validation without validating myself first. And thankfully, I no longer need to do that! Their rejections, along with my other curious emotions, became rich loamy soil in the ground of my soul, which, in turn, birthed another essay. And I am delighted to share it with you now. Many thanks to Sarah Cozart, Heather Caliri, Joe Burnham, Lauren White, and my husband for helping with this essay.

In fear and trembling and so much wonder, I salute us. With courage and amazement, we walk on together.


Have we become like the virus and replicate only art that is related to COVID-19? A series of weird thoughts emerge as I navigate my way through life with the novel coronavirus. How has art been impacted by the pandemic? Is there any room left for reminiscing about what it was like before the world got sick? I am a writer, after all, and am altogether familiar with pondering odd abstractions for long periods of time. But these private thoughts are inchoate, not exactly comforting for others to hear, so I stay quiet and unobtrusive. And I wonder if it was depression talking or just random thoughts that cling to my mind like tiny bats. . .

I’d love it if you click here and read the rest over at The Glorious Table. 

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