What can I say that hasn’t been covered in memes and facebook statuses, and all media.

This year was … complicated. While, yes, I lost just about everything except my family, I’ll call it a good year compared to so many others.

This had been a year of contemplation, of planning. A year of disappearing into silent meditation. A year of really good cooking. A year of losing jobs, losing savings, losing confidence. Losing our home. It been a year of starting over, starting new, being better. Being careful, paying closer attention.

I wrote a book. And finished the new edition of Hollo.

I filmed an interview for the New York Times in the midst of the first wave of pandemic, staring at a camera, alone in a cleanroom, responding to questions asked from a country away. It may be the loneliest interview in the history of interviews. It was also the best thing to happen to me in a long time.

Also, my friend and fellow novelist (and social bubble buddy) finished her first book while sitting across the dining room table from me every Thursday for the last year. We intend to publish it.

So, what mostly happened this year was that I was forced to stop dividing my time between making a living and being a writer. In a sense, this year I became a professional. And the way it’s going, there’s no turning back.

The Snowfair Studios website is running.

My work is available online.

For better or worse, I’m just a writer now.

Devon Michael, December 2020 – British Columbia