Well, holy carrot cakes, the year's gone. It felt like forever and like it didn't happen at all. Whoosh. I'll get used to saying 2022 by about July, probably.
I sat here grumbling the other day that I'd accomplished nothing this year. Sat on my squishy butt and did diddly-squat. Which prompted me to look at what I did do this year. OK. Fine. It wasn't a high productivity year, not like some, but there were things.
Not quite the wasted year, then, even though it feels odd to have such a long stretch between releases. Not all productivity looks the same - have to keep telling myself that.
12/30/2021 07:19:39 am
Happy New Year! (Hope it takes this time!)
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Angel writes (mostly) Science Fiction and Fantasy centered around queer heroes. Currently living part time in the hectic sprawl of northern Delaware and full time inside her head, she has one husband, one son, two cats, a love of all things beautiful and a terrible addiction to the consumption of both knowledge and chocolate.