2020 Says: Think You’ve Had Enough? Hold My Beer.
My wife is an amazingly talented photographer.
I’ll give her a cover concept for a novel, and invariably, she’ll bring back something even better than what I’d pictured in my mind. If you want proof, look no further than the covers for Tracker and Dissident.
This cover mock-up of TKR Living* magazine, yet another example of her zany creativity, comes as no surprise to anyone who knows her.
*TKR Living isn’t a real mag. Just sayin’.
The most significant part? That’s neither a model nor some random royalty-free image from the internet—that’s Wendy and her “new” knee.
Wendy recently underwent knee surgery to repair an old football dance injury. She’s been on the waiting list since spring, but when the call came (two days after Scorpion was released), we added yet another layer of stress to the maniacal roller-coaster known as 2020.
An aside: I’m interested in finding ways to use “2020” as an adjective or perhaps urban slang. For example: “Dude, the guy totally lost it—went all 2020 on me.”
We’ve just reached the four-week milestone, and Wendy’s recovery is on track. She’s doing exceptionally well . . . for someone who’s just had parts of her leg bones sawed off and replaced with titanium.
This past month has been something of a blur, and Christmas will be odd with just the two of us, due to current local Covid-19 restrictions (which we fully support).
But there’s lots of things to be grateful for: Wendy’s surgery is now in the rear-view mirror, her physiotherapy is going well, my cooking hasn’t poisoned her, and she still has her impish/snarky sense of humor.
Here’s hoping 2020 doesn’t have any further nefarious surprises up its sleeve (knock on wood).
I think I’ll “kick it oldskewl,” and let Captain Kirk & Mr. Spock have the last word on Christmas, New Year’s, and 2020 in general:
