A Fence, A Tree, And Broken Deadlines

I have struggled — and failed — to put my feelings about 2020 into words. There are fewer depressing moments as a writer than the ones when you’re speechless. So instead of reflecting on the past year in a final farewell to 2020 (“and don’t let the door hit you on the way out”), I’m sharing an update on my writing. I’ll leave it to other, far more eloquent, writers to opine about all this year has brought (dumped on?) us . . .

My goal for 2020 was to publish at least the first two books in an urb...