JZLobo

I had an experience today that reminded me of an "incident" in the Transformers fandom about a decade ago. A new writer had just taken over the comics, and his first issue... did not inspire confidence, to put it mildly. Previous events were described in direct contradiction to how they played out in prior stories, and many of the characters behaved so wildly out of character that later on they had to release a one-shot to try to justify the disparity for one character in particular. After the first issue came out, the author did a Q&A, and I remember he addressed my question about the characterization... by saying we didn't have a right to judge his work after only one issue, and we needed to buy more comics before we could make up our minds. (He also said something about "the whale didn't show up in Moby Dick til the end," which like... if you're going to compare your work to one of the most iconic pieces of English literature of all time, you should at least have read

I feel like I had an inverse of everyone else's 2020 experience. I didn't exactly have a stellar social life even before quarantining. And germophobia? Already had that, baby. But despite the rocky start--being rushed out of my grandmother's house to move back in with my parents, and basically starting my life over after nine years as a caregiver for my grandparents--I managed to land on my feet and find a good job. And, of course, I finished the first draft of Werewolf's Humanity, which was no small accomplishment. Heck, I'm closing out the year with hope that the hypoglycemia I've struggled with all my adult life is due to a fungal infection that I can purge out of my system, rather than just bad genetic makeup like I'd always believed. No resolutions for 2021. If 2020 has taught us anything, it's not to plan for anything. Just do the best you can.