The Good Patrons of 750 Words

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This past year plus has sucked. First I get divorced and all that goes with that (which is still mostly in the air), then the Coronavirus Pandemic hits. I am almost afraid to say that things are beginning to look up a little. I don’t want to jinx it in anyway. This is the first calendar year I have written something most months, yay 750 words for being there to let me vent, rant, rave, with no one the wiser most of the time. I am, as they say, cautiously optimistic as 2020 comes to a close. I have some plans, I have my ranting and some writing, things are looking up a bit. Cautiously Optimistic. Keep writing, y’all.