2020 has felt painfully long but also as if it is racing by at breakneck speeds. Where did Summer go? It seemed like I spent all Winter waiting to ride my new mountain bike, and now in October I have maybe been on it five times, all in my neighborhood.
Even skateboarding has been absent until recently, but that is because with Summer's passing I renewed my personal commitment to my physical health. I have lost a handful of pounds and built a little strength back, so I felt able and encouraged enough to get back on the board. Of course my son, who I tried so hard to get into skating when he was little, has taken to it now and can ollie and manual at will and is working on kick flips and boneless on our patio whenever he gets a free moment. Meanwhile dad is a flightless bird, attempting some slappies now and then.
There was a major life change for me as autumn hit, one that really upsets stats quo of schedules and mental stability. I'm fine, don't worry, but it has affected the time I have spent on writing. The vampire novel is still in progress over at Omaha Bound and the western-fantasy is all ready but the shootin' (aka revisions and editing). On deck are a science fiction which I am playfully referring to a pre-cyberpunk novel, and I am still goofing around with assorted horror and fantasy shorts. My white whale to write is still a romance that could be adapted into a Hallmark movie.
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