The current edition of NEW YORK Magazine reflects on the decade. Personally and professionally, I'm hoping to forget it. Everything that I feared or wasn't sophisticated enough about life to fear happened.
Pets who were more family than my own family died. A sister who was family but not close for about 10 years died. That wiped out those parts of my childhood that I had experienced with her. There is no one else who had borne witness. Also, I got it, and I was right, that much of my decisions and actions were self-destructive. I stopped that. But the shock lingers.
Professionally, my business tanked Download Geezerguts. That proved to be a blessing but I don't wish that blessing on any one. Just as I was again making big money, the Great Recession blew in. I have given up the goal of returning to a high earning capacity. Maybe that too will prove to be a blessing.
I see no useful reason to review the past decade. I am certain that some practiced public relations pros can bury it. Meanwhile, I have started out the new decade with my first novel. It's doing just fine on Barnes and Noble.




