In the last chapter, our man was at the beginning of 12 months of chaotic change, coincidentally book-ended by the 4th Street Fantasy conventions of 2017 and a couple of weeks ago. I need to write about that, soon. Anyway, it was a year with ups and whole lot of downs, and very little writing progress. Hopefully, that ends now, once I get my feet back under me again.
In the meantime, as hip and cool as I am for 45, I hope to age more gracefully than this guy There, but for the grace…
So, what’s ahead for the next year, I wonder?