This time last year, I wrote about learning about kindness. That wouldn’t truly start until almost February, despite my protests to the contrary. 2022 would end up being a real bugger of a year, followed by a real bitch of a start to 2023.
2023 isn’t shaping up great in the first half, but the farther I go, the more I realize there’s no turning back, only giving up.
And since this is it, this is all we have, then that doesn’t really seem like a great option.
Since this time last year, I finish my novella The Mungk, wrote a couple of poems (one of which was published), a four issue crime comic (unpublished) and a trio of short stories (also unpublished). I’m working on my first full-length novel – a horror about kindness.
I’ve read more than seventy-five books, roughly fourteen hundred comics, and take ten minutes daily to meditate. I’ve built up my exercise regime, although it’s not helping my waistline, which is definitely bigger than this time last year. I’ve tried over two hundred new recipes. Listened to almost four hundred albums.
Here’s hoping forty-six runs a lot smoother than forty-five.
Target: 1400 words Written: 1423 words, novel: Father Lightning