Goodbye 2022!

It sure has been one rocker roller’s year, for sure my dear blog post family. Certainly, it ranks among the best of times and the worst of times. From a writer’s perspective, I have had an outstanding time, make no mistake about it. I want to give a huge THANKYOU to all of my reading fans. All of YOU are the ones who have made me, not me myself. Literally I have tens of thousands who make up my reading fanbase.

These past three years have been the era of the skull and crossbones. Let us pause momentarily and give remembrance to all of those who cannot stand with us now that we’ve crossed the line into 2023. In this year alone, in my own immediate family, over a four-month span there were four deaths. Two friends of the family, man and wife, died in a head on collision during these same four months. There were others who died, young and old, in the communities surrounding me. This past Friday a man I grew up with who was 49 years old, collapsed dead in my old hometown. It seems everybody I speak with has had the same experiences, so there has been what I observe to be an unusual amount of death over the past year alone, not even counting the two years previously in our dealings with Covid 19. Let us pause and give thanks to the good Lord in heaven for sparing us, since we are still yet alive in spite of this adversity. I could go on and on, but we certainly live in a true-life gothic horror era, complete with war, pestilence, tyrants, villains, and mighty fools.

At first last year seemed stuck in the mud in every way except when it came to my writing successes. The pace picked up quickly, however. I quit my head end job, hopped a plane, lived in Ecuador for three months, hopped a plane again, munked around in west central, Florida for a few days, hopped a plane again, mucked around in San Francisco for four days. Hopped a ship for two and a half weeks, sailed to HI for six days, then back to Ensalada, Mexico, then back to San Fransico. Four days later we wound up in west central Florida again. Isn’t that nice? On December 22 we rode away north to the Carolinas so we could visit a few family members. We had a real blast, but sadly, and for your good information, Covid 19 is coming back since all of my family seems to have caught it! Now its 1/1/2023 2227 and we are in King’s Island GA in a motel room on our way back to West Central Florida. Our time has been filled with cars and bars, planes, trains, busses and a few bruises, but we’ve all managed to endure to the bitter end, and it’s something to celebrate, don’t make no mistake about it. So, cheers for the stork who brings good babies. Cheers to the crow who brings bad babies, and cheers to the swallow who brings no babies. Joy to the world, and all of you, and me. Wonder how things will be in 2023! I want a New York Times best seller and to hit the jackpot. I’ll say it out loud! It’s been one wild ride of a year to be sure.