That was very vexing. I had spent the entire morning and part of the afternoon working on that post. It was very long. Lots of graphics too, book covers and party photographs, all sorts of stuff I had to find on my hard drive and load. And in an instant it was gone.
I don't have the time to energy to recreate it. I probably could not even if I tried. Nothing is as onerous as trying to rewrite something you've already written and lost.
So all I can give you, on this fine 2016 afternoon, is a sort of Cliff's Notes version.
And to make sure I don't lose a lot of stuff again, I will break this up into a number of shorter posts rather than one epic one.
So... where was I? Oh, the lost post. Well, the title was simply "2015." It was meant to be a review of my entire year, personal and professional. And yes, I talked about WINDS, but I talked about a lot of things as well. That was the sort of year it was.
My opening statement was a crib from Dickens: It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Which pretty well sums up 2015 for me. Lots and lots and lots of amazing stuff happened, and I felt that I wanted to stress that... most writers could only dream about the kind of year I had... but it was a year full of frustration and disappointments as well, a year of lows as well as highs...
So let me get into that.
In smaller posts.