|Happy New Roswell Year!
||[Jan. 6th, 2019|11:01 am]
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So, 2018 passed inevitably into 2019 and, for the 19th year in a row, I took a two-second long self portrait that begins in one year and ends in the next. You can find most (or all of them) by just looking for the January 1 entry on this blog for various years.
On the one hand, it's impressive how sedentary we've become in some ways -- it's not that we don't go out to party anywhere for new years as much as we have trouble even staying up until midnight anymore.
However, in our defense, we've done a lot this year. I wrote 44,000 words about the history of the invention of the payphone for an upcoming book, trillian_stars wrote a play about Mary Shelley (which she's performing right now on tour). Trillian also played Medea, one of her dream roles, and went to Norway to research Ibsen, Armed America was exhibited in a museum in Germany, I wrote my column for Videomaker magazine -- I gave a lecture at Tarletan State University and I think they'll have me back this year for a longer engagement.
But we pretty much don't leave the house for parties anymore.
Roswell seems pretty good -- she doesn't know she has cancer. She's had a lot of visitors -- people came from as far away as Seattle and Georgia and even Scotland to visit and bring her treats.
We've started a writers retreat where you can sit in our house and work on your book while we're away and have Roswell sit on your lap and "help". It's been nice seeing novelists and playwrights and the like getting to spend some time with Roswell trying to lay on their notebooks.
All in all, 2018 was a pretty good year for us. I hope yours was too, and I hope 2019 is even better.
2018 becomes 2019, you may clickenzee to embiggen!
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