Despite the global health crisis we’ve been enduring this year, I must say that 2020 was a pretty good year for me writing-wise.
Not only did I relaunch this blog and manage to post at least once per month, I’ve revised some stories and even submitted a piece to a lit magazine for potential publication.
Most of all, I was able to complete my first ever National Novel Writing month in November, exceeding the 50,000 words goal (my total word count was 50,003 words) towards my novel. And I’ve written around 8,000 additional words for the month of December so far – not too shabby!
So here we are, the last day of 2020. Over the last two weeks, I’ve seen article after article and a barrage of social media posts bemoaning this whirlwind of a year and pleading for it to end.
While I know its been a difficult year for everyone, I don’t quite understand why one would be in such a hurry for the year to be over. The sad reality is that Covid-19 will not be magically disappearing at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve, so why not focus on the small ways to make the present better so that we can stand a better chance for a future not at the mercy of Covid-19?
I think its those little things – allowing yourself to sleep in one day per weekend, gazing out the window to daydream, or taking it upon yourself to cook up the most delicious new meal you’ve never made before – that make it all bearable. And when you can’t find solace in those small joys, embrace the icky ache of isolation, which, believe me, you will look back on in wonder and appreciation once its over. Yes, all things have their end, including isolation and misery. Let’s hope we can add this horrific virus to the list soon!