I’m not going to enter into the year that was conversation. I think it’s too early.
I will say one thing that kept me going this year was being able to read to you in a podcast. In my isolation it was one way I could contribute, if only to help pass the time.
My sister in-law, a very nice, very acerbic Connecticut lady listens to the novel while knitting. She told me the day after Christmas as I was driving, masked up, to deliver a gingerbread cake across town, that she was having trouble with the speed of the delivery.
I panicked. Had I done something wrong posting the recording? Would I be able to fix it? Oh no. I knew the technology was beyond me! I was just about to say, “What did I do wrong?”
When she said, “I get to your tagline, the part where you say, if you’ve enjoyed this story please tell a friend, and I want to shout — f-ck you, b-tch! Where’s the rest of the story! I want to hear the rest of the book!” Except she supplied the necessary vowels to complete the expletives, and I cracked up. I haven’t laughed that hard since before the pandemic.
That’s what I call constructive feedback.
Some of the political and pandemic zeitgeist entered into the reading just because I was writing and recording at the same time. So thank you for listening and know we are coming up to the end of the novel, only three more episodes. I wanted it to last for the duration of this very odd time, it will fall a bit short. We’ll talk, maybe I’ll have to write and record some more chapters to bring us up to date, or perhaps it will be an entirely new story, in a different era, with an entirely new cast of characters…