Monday, December 31, 2018

End of 2018 Blog


2018 was a helluva year. It was the year my blog nearly died. I made only 20 posts this year. I used to posts 100s, but, partly out of laziness and partly out of how the platforms change, I did almost all my social media activities on facebook this year. It’s easy to waste time on facebook, but there are also numerous groups of likeminded readers and writers that can provide both entertainment and information. Plus, promotional activities there are generally seen by many more folks than on a blog.

2018 was also the year that I almost died. I had a heart attack in August, caused by a primary artery that was 100 percent blocked. Apparently, this blockage is commonly called “the widowmaker” because most people who have heart attacks from this source die. I’d like to think surviving it means I’m tough, but it probably just means I’m lucky. I went through several months of cardiac rehab and my recovery efforts are certainly not completed, but I’m feeling pretty good and in better shape than I was before the attack. I will continue my rehabbing in 2019. I don’t want to have that feeling again.

I played more Skyrim (Video Game) in 2018 than in most previous years, but I also read a lot, particularly at the end of the year after my heart attack. Those who follow this blog know I count my “reading year” through my birthday. Between October 14, 2017 and October 14, 2018, I read 106 books. According to Goodreads, I read 131 books in 2018, which is my highest total ever on Goodreads. Quite a few of those were by Harlan Coben, who moved up to #39 on my all time book total list after just 2 years of reading his stuff. However, there’s always a little bit of everything on my list.

As for writing, despite certain interruptions it was a fairly productive year for me. I wrote about 40,000 words of new fiction (includes poetry) intended for publication, and most of it has already been published with a few other pieces schedule for 2019. The biggest news was the publication of “The Scarred One,” my first western novel (under the Tyler Boone name). I was very happy to have this happen and my thanks to the fine folks at Sundown Press—Cheryl Pierson and Livia J. Washburn.

Half a dozen short stories also came out under the Tyler Boone name in 2018, and I had stories published in some really fine anthologies, including Unsheathed, Twilight Echoes, and Doorbells at Dusk. And I had stories appear in such fine magazines as Sirens Call, Night to Dawn, Pen of the Damned, and Beneath the Rainbow.

Although I didn’t do much writing in the first couple of months after my heart attack, I’ve been back at it for the past couple of weeks and am happy with the stuff coming out on the screen. Best of all, my mind is churning with ideas again. That’s probably the most enjoyable part. And so, I leave you with a hearty farewell to 2018 and a welcome to 2019. I hope the new year treats us all well!







8 comments:

pattinase (abbott) said...

Here's hoping for a better year in 2019.

Angie said...

We're very happy to have you still here. {{{}}}

Angie

Unknown said...

Patti, indeed!

Angie, thanks much!

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

2019 will be considered a blessing to you! After all you and your wife have been through, you both need to keep at it, for each other.
Happy New Year, Charles.

Unknown said...

Alex, I'm looking forward to the new year. Thank you!

G.B. Miller said...

glad you're still with us my friend. Things certainly would've been dull to say the least. May you continue to live long and prosper.

sage said...

I hope your health is a lot better in 2019! Keep writing and enjoy life (you seem to).

www.thepulpitandthepen.com

Snowbrush said...

Well, damn Charles! I'm glad you're still with us. I posted something recently about how a lot of us would be dead if we had been born a decade or two earlier. I would; my wife would; your wife would; and now you would too. Creating a family tree makes such sad reflections obvious, especially once you go further back than the early 19th century and note that sixty was a ripe old age.

I've never been on Facebook, and once its betrayal of its customers privacy became widely known, I'm glad that I never used it because I don't have to go through the inconvenience of giving it up as I would surely do.

Here's to a better year for you, dear Charles.