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.