The more I write long fiction, the less visible my writing becomes. If you read my blog, it looks like I am writing less and less when, in fact, it's quite the opposite.
It seems that a lengthy learning path is still ahead of me. At the moment, I have great fun improving my writing and focusing on the process rather than on the end results.
A lot changed in my writing routine. Throughout the year, I had to remove myself from a few events. I didn't like some people's intellectual arrogance. It was sad because I did like most of the people. Others, not so much. But that's life. When we don't feel comfortable somewhere, we move away.
As to what was done, I:
* continued to take part in the Weekly Challenge
* tried my hand at plotting and writing an erotica thriller (unfinished) during Camp NaNoWriMo (April and July, 10k each)
* wrote a few bits and pieces about Second Life (published in this blog), among which A Merry Band of Losers
* wrote my Myasthenia Gravis story (non-fiction) which was published in a book called Hope organized by Donna Whittaker
* and took part in the NaNoWriMo, writing an autobiography of sorts by using the stream-of-consciousness technique.
To the nay-sayers, the hypocrites, the self-centered know-it-alls, why don't you... No, I won't say it. They'll eventually choke on their own venom.
To those who supported me with their care, their attention and their love, thank you from the bottom of my heart.
More in 2018.