I swear, didn't 2012 suck? Sandy. Sandy Hook. Scott Walker's re-election. Unions lost even more power. More people getting poorer, the rich getting richer. OWS did not (or did not YET) lead to the Revolution. The Right in this country grew even crazier. My little dog Spike died.
Maybe things were not as bad as they might have been, though. I mean, we did re-elected Obama, which is better than the obverse.
And I'm trying to think of some other thing decent that happened this year.
Crystal Bridges opened -- I supposed that's something, though it's a mixed blessing. Everyone here in Arkansas loves it a lot. But I'm still a bit bitter about its real cost.
My story "In the Cold" appeared in Strange Horizons -- that was nice.
In February, I went to Boskone, my first real SF convention. I did like that.
I taught American Epics (that is, Start the Revolution NOW!) this summer. I'd actually forgotten about this class, that I had taught it, I mean, and how well it went. So much has happened since then.
I got my shoulder fixed, which left us broke(r) than usual, but me relatively pain free.
I had this conversation with Dr. Skull, which might be one of my favorites ever.
I have two beautiful works in progress coming out in 2013, and I am writing well.
In the Spring, I am teaching Women in Lit (START THE REVOLUTION NOW!) and Writing the Novel.
And more and more people seem inclined to believe that gay people should have rights, trans people should have rights, poor people and women and brown people should have rights, and that maybe letting rich people own the world isn't (after all) the best plan ever.
So maybe, maybe 2013 will be better?
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