Short version:  2020 sucked.

Long version:  2020 really, really sucked.

What’s that? Oh, you want details.

2020 was the both the Asimov centennial and the Bradbury centennial, as well as the 90th anniversary of Astounding. I was going to do a series of posts on all of these. I acknowledged them and did some posts. Not something every month like I had intended. There was a pandemic that started early in the year. Maybe you noticed. It’s still going on. That kinda sent everything off the rails.

Blogging and writing weren’t very productive this year. I had one story published, one accepted, and have a collection of short stories that I had hoped would have launched by now. I’m going to try to get it out within the next few weeks.

On the personal side, it was a mixed year. No one in my immediate family got the Wuflu. The one person in my extended family who did has made a full recovery. No one lost their job. For these things, I am truly thankful to God.

My son graduated from high school and has successfully completed his first semester at college. This would have happened no matter what, but COVID made things different than they would have been.

So while it was not a good year, it wasn’t the worst year of my life by any stretch of the imagination. *Glares at 1995, 1996, and 1997.* I’m glad it’s over, though.

I’ll discuss plans for next year, such as they are, in tomorrow’s post.