I received a happy New Year’s wish from a friend, and as I responded, I wrote, “It will be nice to put 2020 behind us.” I paused, then deleted that sentence. In some ways, it wasn’t untrue. I am looking forward to the New Year like no other. But to put it behind me, like it didn’t happen. That was impossible.
First of all, this year has changed me and probably you as well. 2020 taught me how much I took for granted in my daily life. With time, I’m sure I will again, but for now, I’m very appreciative of the small things, like sledding with my daughter and nephew recently. Visiting my neighbor at the mailbox. Facetiming with my mom, who has learned how to use a new Kindle and even navigate Zoom.
Second, good things did happen this year. My first novel in a new series was published by Kensington. I also had my first short story appear in Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine. I read many good books that will eventually define this year for me. I don’t know if you do that, but often I remember time by the books I read. For instance, David Copperfield by Charles Dickens defined my insomniac years. The Book Thief will probably define 2020.
Which is appropriate. In some ways, 2020 felt like a thief, stealing away precious time with our loved ones. But it left something behind as well, and I hope I can take that knowledge with me into the New Year.
Thank you for joining me on this journey. I couldn’t do what I love without readers. I wish you all the best, especially health, happiness, and hope for a bright 2021.