What A Year It Has Been

The sign on the door reads “Visitors must wear mask. Practice social distancing. No exceptions.”

It has been twelve months since I last posted. Between the stress of the deadly viral pandemic, quarantine, and the anti-democratic political chaos in this country (which I do not care to discuss further), it has truly been a year like no other I’ve experienced.

To stem the spread of the virus, stay-at-home orders plus mask mandates and social distancing requirements for anyone venturing outside their home “bubble” reduced the social side of life to virtual visits and interaction. I saw this as an opportunity to get back to work on my manuscripts and catch up on my woefully ignored reading list. That was the plan, but like many plans in life, it didn’t work out that way. Quite the contrary. But the year wasn’t a total loss for me as concerns reading and writing.

I have managed to do editing work, some small advance on my works in progress, and function as a beta reader for a local author and friend of mine.

Spring is here along with my two doses of vaccine, and my Spring door wreath is now on display, so I’m feeling a bit optimistic.

Here’s to the next twelve months being better, safer, and more productive than the previous.