throw glance / throw salt

It’s the time of year when we reflect—whether publicly or privately, or both—on the year gone by. There are so many angles one could take, even in a “normal” year, but this has not been a normal year, either personally or more broadly. I am however going to avoid publicly reflecting on the elephant (or rather the microbe) in the room; it’s not that I lack opinions or feelings about it, but rather that I’ve come to feel that there’s enough opinions and feelings circulating already, and there’s no value—even to me personally–in chucking mine into the gyre. One might reasonably say that I’m privileged to be able to just leave the elephant/microbe unaddressed; I wouldn’t disagree with that.

I’ve already looked back on the year’s reading, so here’s a glance back at the year’s writing: pictured above are ten volumes of the practice, plus a commonplace book (carried over from 2020, filled about a month back), and two work-specific notebooks. This isn’t all I wrote in 2021—some stuff, most notably the shorter stuff, gets drafted straight to screen, but that’s getting rarer as the years pass—but it’s probably a pretty good indication of volume. Not that volume counts for much more than reminding oneself that writing is a matter of showing up to the page and moving the pencil, mind you… but that’s still an important thing, at least for me. And it likely bears some correlation to the amount of things published in the same period, too; I don’t bother reporting everything that goes to press (or gets presented) any more, but those interested in keeping abreast can always mosey on over to my canonical website, which I now use for keeping lists of my work as up to date as possible.

(I’m also slowly transferring my archive of reviews there, but that’s very much a back-burner project.)

This year I learned to walk again, after January’s climbing mishap; I’m not completely healed, but I have most of the mobility back that I had before. This year I also made an experimental return to the birdsite, the timing of which pretty much immediately made me question the wisdom of doing so. I have decided to pretty much withdraw from it again, at least on a personal level; this blog will still autopost links there, and I need to keep using my project handle for dissemination/PR purposes, but I think I’m done with it otherwise. Too much anger and anxiety; I’m more than capable of generating more of those things than I need without assistance. Selah.

And now, back to work: I have a story to finish writing, job applications to fill out. I also have the news, just arrived, that my sister’s on her way to hospital for emergency spinal surgery, courtesy a sudden disc collapse.

Life is short, and the dice are always rolling. And the point of the work is the work.

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