I was stuck at the laundromat last night, and found a short story by a vocal participant in the debates queued up among my podcasts.

In spite of the fact that I used to enjoy this writer's fiction quite a lot and that the story was probably both paid for and scheduled well before all this started, I simply could not bring myself to listen to it.

I am simply soured on her writing now and cannot bring myself to read or listen to it. This author has built some very artful fictional worlds, but for now, anyway, she's locked me out of them.