I don’t want to do a look-back through 2021. There were good and bad things, and really, I don’t feel the need to revisit them. Finishing the Advent story was pretty much the only writing I finished in 2021, and I’m okay with that. In fact, that’s part of the reason I’m posting this today.

For the longest time, I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to be paid to sit in a coffee shop, drink way more tea than was good for me, and have the words spew from my fingertips onto my screen and then travel to sign books and in general life would be good. I mean, who wouldn’t want that, right? Doesn’t that sound like a dream come true?

Except it’s not my dream anymore. I like writing. I like sharing my stories with people. I have a good job that pays my bills and my health insurance, and I like my day job. I don’t feel the need to sell my writing anymore. I’ve been published. I’m proud of the books I’ve published. But that’s not how I want to make my living anymore.

So I guess that’s it. I’m not stopping writing. But I’m not going to chase publishing at this time. I’ll be writing mostly on the weekends, and I’ll be dropping content at Tapas under the hard to find name of vgford. I plan on uploading on Sunday nights mostly. In fact, there’s an episode up now.

I hope you all enjoy it.