There’s a little bit of snow on the ground and the weather is rather pleasant today, so why not? 2019 has been an odd year; in some ways successful and in others, depressing. Let’s get the downside out of the way, shall we?
Cancer was a complete bastard in 2019. It has worked hard and taken friends of mine. I am having trouble even contemplating what its effect has been on those left behind. Outside of cancer, Death has pulled others I care about into its grasp. I’m at that age, I guess.
Lastly, I had a panic attack earlier this year. Not something I’ve had to deal with in a decade. The cause of it, unknown. The effect, a heavier depressive cycle for starters as well as other problems I thought I had finally surmounted. Aah, the joys of the brain and body.
How about some good stuff, eh?
I achieved a goal in my sword art pursuits that I had been striving for, for years. In fact, I had all but given up on ever achieving it. Do I feel that I deserve what it stands for? I am still unsure.
I completed my oft dreamed about trip to Macchu Picchu. Ever since my grandparents had talked about it, I had dreamed that I would get to see the wonders. And wonders they are, my friends. Wonders they are.
I finally got the second Matilda book, Twistin’ Matilda, published. There is so much rejoicing about this, Sir Robin would be proud. Even better, progress on the book three rewrites is moving right along and I hope to have it off to the editors by spring. On top of that, I made massive headway on book four in the Matilda series that it accomplished NaNoWriMo. That first draft is still not done but the end is in sight.
Even with the setbacks caused by depression this year, I persevered and continued moving forward.
Like Time itself.
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