2019, okay, wow
As much as I felt like I was standing still, I kept going. I got a first draft done and a pretty good revision of another. I’ve been sending stuff out. Getting rejected and getting acceptances.
I got prospects for next year, and the critique group is getting back together.
Even though I felt washed up, I had 12 pieces accepted and wrote 4 new stories. This year I posted 130 blogs. I made new friends and lost a few.
A couple friends died this year—I miss them.
I started this year the same weight I ended it. Boot camp is working, nevertheless, I can keep up. On a good day.
This year I read a lot of books! There’s still a pile beside my bed, but let’s not talk about those.
I wrote a poem that a friend said was brilliant. This made me glow inside. I plan to submit it in 2020.
My daughter got married—and it was beautiful. Friends and relatives came from far and wide to celebrate. We made merry.
I rode my bike to Kingdom Come, actually to the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont—where moose outnumber humans. It was remote and hot and VERY hilly. You could see the sky reflected in the ponds and the water was refreshing. And, as we know, what goes up comes down, where I coasted back to New York state (with a side trip to Brooklyn).
I came back refreshed and better able to see how a writing project might work if I reframed it. A week before Christmas I took an old idea that hadn’t gotten traction and suddenly was able to see it through. I surprised myself.
Good bye to 2019, hello 2020 . . .