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Reflections on a Bad Year

February 2, 2021

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January has gone past in the blink of an eye.

In the past, I have often written a year’s end round-up of sorts on my Not A Blog just before or after New Year’s.   This year, though… 2020 was probably the worst year I have ever lived through, for the country and the world if not for me personally, and I say that from the perspective of someone who lived through, and remembers, 1968.   So much happened, and so much of it was dire, but all the rest dwindles in importance in the shadow of hundreds of thousands of Covid deaths.

The worst of the pandemic may be yet to come, alas, but at least we see a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel.   Like millions of others, I am waiting for my turn to get the vaccine.   I am on the list.   Soon, I hope… meanwhile, I continue to go masked and quarantine myself as much as possible.

At least we dumped Trump.   That was far and away the best thing to come out of 2020.   We went out ugly, of course.   The same way he came in.   The same way he governed.   What a vile vile man.

Personally… well, I lost a number of friends, some very near and dear to me.  I have several other friends who are in failing health, so I fear that there may be more losses to come.   Parris and I are as well as might be expected, but… this growing old is no fun.   Was it Yeats who wrote, “Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be?”   How old was he when he wrote that, I wonder?   Twenty-two?   He fibbed.   Growing old sucks.   (Yes, right now I hear someone saying “it beats the alternative,” which is what the unimaginative ALWAYS say… but being an SF writer, I can imagine many better alternatives.   Eternal youth.  Robot/ android bodies.   Cold sleep.   Upload to the internet.   C’mon science guys, get cracking.   Death sucks even worse than getting old).

What was good about 2020?   Besides the election?

Well… for me… there was work.

I wrote hundreds and hundreds of pages of THE WINDS OF WINTER in 2020.   The best year I’ve had on WOW since I began it.    Why?  I don’t know.   Maybe the isolation.   Or maybe I just got on a roll.   Sometimes I do get on a roll.

I need to keep rolling, though.   I still have hundreds of more pages to write to bring the novel to a satisfactory conclusion.

That’s what 2021 is for, I hope.

I will make no predictions on when I will finish.   Every time I do, assholes on the internet take that as a “promise,” and then wait eagerly to crucify me when I miss the deadline.   All I will say is that I am hopeful.

I have a zillion other things to do as well, though.   My plate is full to overflowing.   Every time I wrap up one thing, three more things land on me.   Monkeys on my back, aye, aye, I’ve sung that song before.   So many monkeys.   And Kong.

I will talk about all that in a different blog post.

Meanwhile, guys and gals, please keep yourselves safe and healthy.   I will try to do the same.

 

Current Mood: tired tired

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