Well, that just about does it for 2020. Good riddance to bad trash.
Overall, the year was pretty good for me professionally, with 3 new novels out into the world and a fair number of sales to go along with that. Now, we’re not talking “Can Live On It” levels of sales, of course, but there are people who I don’t personally know who have bought my books and some of them even seemed to enjoy them, and that’s a massive step forward. My reviews on Goodreads continue to be in the 4-to-5 star range (and a couple really nice text reviews!), and while I have received my first-ever 1-star review on Amazon, even that’s not necessarily a bad thing.
I mean, sure, I want everyone who reads my work to love it, but that’s just not reasonable. The best authors in human history have people who hate their work. Art is nothing if not highly subjective. And I’m not upset by a 1-star review! One of the biggest things about being an author is having a relatively thick skin (I say “relatively” because we’re all human).
So, numbers-wise… not a bad year. I mean, the year itself outside of my writing career was multiple dumpster-fires simultaneously, but aside from that, it was a good-ish professional year.
I’ve started the next novel (the first for 2021) today, and that’s always fun. But my post on Wednesday will probably be about my plans for 2021, so no need to go into those just yet.
For all of you out there who read this, whether the day I’m writing it or, for some reason, years later, thank you for your interest in my writing, and I hope you’re all safe and healthy and happy!