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What Kind of Year Had It Been?

Kind of a crappy one, to be totally honest.

The world is on fire. Literally in Australia. Between politics and idiocy and gaslighting and all around fuckery, it’s been tough.

In May, I pulled all my titles from Dreamspinner Press. With their failure to pay, they breached our contract and I was able to get the rights back to all 11 titles I had with them.

Eventually I got paid but I’m one of the few. And far more authors are owed far, far more than I was.

The nonsense is still going on.

Romancelandia blew up in the past week. With good reason. I’m not a member of RWA and now I’m glad I could never scrape together the funds for membership. I won’t rehash it all, there are plenty of people out there who have done it far better and more eloquently than I can.

I became mired in depression and it took me a long time to see it. Part of me thinks I should have known by the sheer fact I had no desire to write or knit and those creative pursuits are my biggest passion. But depression can do that to you. Make it so you can’t see the forest for the trees.

I changed jobs and loved my new position, only to have the rug yanked out from beneath me and forced into a position I did not want. And it was a terrible situation for me. So I changed jobs again.

But in all the weight, there is some good.

All of my titles have been republished with JMS Books. Save one, the third in the Requiem Inc series, which will be out next month.

I did manage to get some new words on the page. Forever Nine and Miracles in Space were released this year. (Buy links in the books tab at the top) Accepting Submission will be out next month.

And I’m banging out a short story right now that has a tight deadline that should be out early next year as well.

I have been woefully less productive than I wanted to be. When I look at this, I feel as though I’ve failed. No, that’s not right. But fell short for sure. Short of my goals and short of my hopes. And that’s a hard pill to swallow.

It’s been a tough year. A hard year. But I did manage words. And I did find my knitting mojo again.

So maybe 2019 wasn’t the best year. But it’s nigh on over, and 2020 looms.

I’m going to work on getting more words on the page so I can bring you all more fluffy, happy, satisfying HEAs. Because goddess knows we all need that right now.

Here’s wishing you all that 2020 is your best year yet.

2 thoughts on “What Kind of Year Had It Been?”

  1. ehh…you did fine under the circumstances. No one is a failure, George, who has friends. Heh heh. We can only hope for a better new year as we do each and every year.

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