Moving On From Here...

2025 was a 3-D year; disappointments, despair, and death were in extreme abundance throughout.

Things got so bad, I couldn't even write on this blog about it. And to keep me away from my keyboard means things are truly awful. The last few months, every sentence I tried to write carried a bitterness with it that even I, looking back at it now, find hard to believe came out of my mind. But that's what four months of low-grade depression, reenforced by living through "interesting times," will do to me.

The details don't matter. They're in the unchangeable past. Maybe they'll come out here and there going forward, should I feel the need to provide context for a thought (highly probable, as I'm always overly concerned with being understood), but for now, I'd rather not look back on them.

Instead, I want to focus on now and what's ahead. I want 2026 to be better. Not "my year." Not the year I make the big changes. Not even the year I take the drastic, dramatic steps with my creative life. I just want it to be better than last year. It won't take much, trust me.

So, for the time being, here are the short-term, achievable goals:

1) REDACTED (Details to follow)

2) Finish first draft of current novel

3) Pick up where I left off with next big novel project

Beyond that, a few personal things I need to mend aside, I'm not looking for anything special.

No, wait. That's a lie. I am looking for one small thing.

This time next year, I'd like the overwhelming image in my mind, when reflecting on a year in my life, not to be myself, standing at the edge of the Grand Canyon, screaming the word "FUCK!" into it. 

I don't think that's too much to ask.