How do you spell “annualis horribilis”?
Oh 2020, you were stressful, frightening, and tragic, and no one will miss you. Before we journey on, however, a look back.
- In 2020, I revised “Appassionata,” and, with my anthology-mates, released He’s Come Undone. The collection is now out of print, but if you simply must have my novella, you can obtain it here. I won’t leave this up forever, but in 2020, we all need free books.
- I wrote a little more than 60K on a new contemporary romance. I intended to finish it months ago, and I wish I could triumphantly declare my writer’s block over. But…2020. So I’ll have to settle for diffidently telling you that I wrote 80-85% of a manuscript. I hope to complete it in the next week and to be querying by the end of January.
- Between that book, revisions, and other scraps, I wrote approximately 75K, my best word count in three years. Despite…2020.
- I also read 53 new-to-me books, my worst reading year in ages. But…2020.
Next year, my most fervent wish is not to have to write but…2021.
(I’ve been producing some version of this post for as long as I’ve been blogging my writing. You can read about my 2019, 2018, 2017, 2016, 2015, 2014, and 2013 respectively.)
Emma Barry 