A very happy new year to each and everyone of you! I pray that 2021 will be rather nicer than 2020.
That said, I can look back on 2020 as a year of some achievement. For a start I created this website!
I also finished writing and self-published the sequel to my first novel. Called This Year Maybe, it was launched with a blog tour, plus a rather calamitous online launch by me, with a little help (?) from George.
I took a free online course in marketing my books, followed many of the ideas, and … was slightly disappointed at the outcome. Not quite as stupendous as I’d hoped but my marketing awareness has definitely improved. Whether I will have the impetus to continue the push – because marketing isn’t a one-off event – is another thing.
[I admit to finding it difficult to get back into the swing. For that reason I plan to take down the Christmas decorations this weekend – rather than wait for Twelfth Night, January 6, as I usually do – in the hope that it will push me back into normality.]
In an attempt to raise awareness of my writing I narrated and produced a podcast of my first novel, This Time Next Year. That’s available for free here. And, of course, you can get a free download of the novel if you sign up for my occasional newsletter.
And, with Christmas just four weeks away, I decided to write a book for my 11-year-old grand-daughter as a present. Nothing like giving yourself a challenge. She had grumbled because my novels were too grown-up for her and she wanted me to write something she could read. The result – written in six days – was The Tree, Granny, and Me (not forgetting Michael Sheen). Available from Amazon.
So, although in many ways 2020 was a grim year, and not the sort you’d want to live through very often, as far as I am concerned there was good about it.
But here’s to a much better in every way year!