This has been a strange year. A real mixed bag.

I kicked the year off by beginning to put collections of short stories together and making my first ever print books. It was really successful from a production side of things. My audience remains…nonexistent. But, if what everyone keeps telling me is true, one day this is all going to blow up. If nothing else, I’ll just keep doing it, and maybe that will mean enough in the end.

It means enough to me at this point in time, and that’s enough for now.

Then, right when I felt like I was hitting a new stride after the shattered gait that 2020 left me and my career in– I decided to go back to school. I chose a program that would steal every gram of my energy, sap all the joy from my bones, and leave me with no time to do more than the bare minimum. At the same moment this happened, I ran out of backlogged short fiction and needed to write new content in order to continue the year of collections.

Those two things did not go well together, obviously.

And so, the collections have dried up. My creativity has withered. And I’m constantly exhausted but without feeling like I’ve done work that I’m proud of.

Needless to say, things are going to change. And with that change, I hope to bring forth new fiction. Not that any audience is waiting for it (yet). It’s more of a personal goal, and that’s fine for now. If I do it for anyone, I’m doing it for myself and for the future. Sometimes, that has to be enough.

It’s enough for now.

<3 RR