Posting any kind of round-up of 2020 fills me with a sense of pressure to comment on the hell year that we all just lived through . . . except we’re still kind of living through it. In 2020 I stopped being able to hang out with my friends in meatspace, stopped being able to go to karaoke, stopped being able to go to theaters, stopped being able to go to restaurants, stopped having my daily Starbucks. Still went to the day job, though, only now it was this weird hybrid-virtual thing with masks and the everpr
All of which is still true.
I did have one new story come out, which hardly anybody read or liked or ever mentioned again.