So this is 2021. It’s a little bit scary that this century is now old enough to drink. No good can come from this.
But I’m not here to ruminate on what the world will be like in 2021. I know there’s already a lot to talk about, but I’m going to resist. Let’s just stipulate that globally, the year is off to an inauspicious beginning.
So… onward.
A month or so ago, I shared a wee bit about my goals and plans for 2021, but only a wee bit. I was still planning and figuring things out.
Now I’m ready to share a bit more, and by a bit, I mean a lot.
I think it’s reasonably safe to say, on this, the 31st day of December of the global Annus Horribilis, that very little this year has gone according to plan. I was certainly not immune to the disruptions, but as we close in on the end of the year, I am proud to say that I managed to meet one goal: I read 50 books this year. You can view the summary of my year here on Goodreads.
I don’t know when I first really became aware of General Yeager’s name, but I have vague memories of “sonic booms” over our house in rural Oregon. I may just be remembering loud airplanes–I don’t know. Either way, I remember playing outside and feeling the fear and awe of a massive sound from the sky.
My last post was not in March, as this blog would have you believe.
My last post was in August. I gave a general recap of my spring and summer and the (lack of) progress made on Unquickened due to pandemic brain. And then, at some point, my site went down. So did the e-mail attached to this site. Apparently a server crashed, and it took several days for the hosting company to get everything back up. When the site returned, my August post was missing. Because I do not treat this blog or this fiction-writing endeavor the way I should, I did not have a back-up of the post, so I can’t repost it.
So… to recap… Summer was fine, or as “fine” as anything is these days.
Y’all. Unquickened is not playing nice. This book is trying to kill me.
I don’t mean this metaphorically. I mean, seriously, characters are reaching across the boundaries of the multiverse with swords and magic and other mystical things to snuff the life out of this adolescent novel and kill me in the process.
That was the last time I checked in with y’all. I’m not sure how I managed to let a whole season pass without so much as a “hey, I’m still alive” post. But then, it’s not like I’ve never done that before…
Fall was very busy for me with freelance copywriting, which was generally a good thing. I did manage to blog a little more over at Story Junction, so maybe I used all of my blogging abilities there instead of here.
I was doing my daily 1,000 words on Soultainted. Aside from our two-week road trip, I’ve been doing those words pretty much every day. I’m finding that focusing for half an hour or an hour on doing the words seems to wake up my brain. Maybe I’m finally starting to understand why some writers start every day with words…
This meme has nothing to do with my post. It’s just my favorite.
In any case, once again, I was writing along and stumbled onto a fact about a character that I knew as surely as I know that the sun will rise tomorrow. I can’t tell you how I knew. All I can tell you is that this fact was a revelation to some of the characters in the scene, but that as soon as I typed it, I knew it was true in that world.
