If we aren't having new experiences, will we run out of material from which we can create fiction? Or is there an unlimited 'word hoard', as Seamus Heaney describes it, we can delve into as long as we keep our eyes clear? We think about lockdown, and how it may or may not have affected writers.
'North', by Seamus Heaney: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48393/north-56d22998bff6c