I sometimes think I lack sticktoitiveness (a real word I made up). I started university studying chemistry, going so far as to get a degree and a publication in the Canadian Journal of Chemistry before switching to Social and Political Thought.  Instead of doing aPh.D. (I had a four year scholarship), I ran for political office. After twelve years in the public service, I worked in arts for eleven years -- six as a writer/actor and five as an arts in education administrator. Then, I moved to the Senate to work as a policy advisor to a Senator for 15 years. Half way through that I bought a publishing company and ran it for eight years. Now I'm retired from everything but writing.

My writing career has shown the same tendency to shift and shimmy like a jalopy with transmission problems. My first serious writing was for the stage, starting in Yellowknife with Hemingway Crosses the Mackenzie. After moving to Calgary, I had a number of plays produced in local theatres and on CBC radio. I won a few contests and almost made the big time before switching to writing science fiction in the mid-90s. I stuck with that for the next twenty years (and am still writing 3-5 short stories a year but once again my interests have started to change.

This year I published the first two novels in the Max Anderson mysteries, set in Paris between the Wars. The first is called In the Shadow of Versailles and is, for the month of October on sale as an ebook. It is also available in print. The second, By Dawn's Early Light is only available in digital form though a print book is coming soon. I'm about a third of the way through the third book, working title: The Glare of Truth.
But wait, there's more. I've started making notes for a mystery set in Rome in the time of Sulla the Dictator (roughly 100-80 BC). No title yet, or even an outline, but it's percolating away in my hindbrain. I plan to have the first one (it's a series) sometime in 2022.
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Now, if I can just resist the lure of poetry (for the art) or screenwriting (for the money), I should be fine.

When one door closes, sometimes you should simply let it shut and walk away.
However...

Recently I announced I was quitting freelance editing and would not take new clients after the end of September. I called it the next step in my long retirement that began four years ago when I left my job at the Senate of Canada. Last year brought the end to Bundoran Press and this year I say goodbye to my freelance gig. It's been great helping good books get better and working with a wide range of authors, but it's time to move on and focus on the writing of one author -- me!

My science fiction writing has slowed somewhat though I continue to finish two or four stories a year while my last novel makes the rounds of publishers and agents but I've kept busy with other non-SF projects, notably a series of mystery novels set in Paris between the wars. The first is finished and ready to go while a second drafted and going through final edits. A third is well underway and I already have the central ideas for two more. Plenty to keep me busy until I finally call it quits or head for the retirement home in the sky, whichever comes first.

While I am still pursuing traditional publishing routes for my science fiction, I've decided to take a different route for my mystery series. Indie publishing is tough road but it's one I've decided to go down. If I sell a lot of books, that's fine, but if I don't, that's normal. Hopefully, I'll find a few readers and in the meantime, I'm really enjoying the process of researching and writing the books. Once we are travelling again, a return trip to Paris (my fourth) may be essential to get the details right. 

Some of you may have heard that I've also started studying the craft of poetry--but don't worry, I won't be inflicting the public with those efforts anytime soon. Still, it's a lot of fun, almost as much fun as my daily struggles with learning Spanish and my work on the condo board (okay, that one's only fun for weird definitions of fun).

​Gosh, who knew retirement could be so busy?

New Year’s Day again! Each year I determine I will begin blogging again on a regular basis and each year I fail. So, let’s just treat this as my somewhat tardy Christmas letter.
What a year it wasn’t! Many things were planned; most of them were cancelled. Other things came as a surprise or, sometimes, even a shock. I’m sure you experienced much the same. Or maybe, I’m the only one living in this alternate universe.

The first plans cancelled proved fortuitous. Last November we were starting to put together the pieces of a trip to Ecuador and Peru. We would have left around mid-February and returned at the end of March. But we also wanted to visit friends and family across Canada and when we examined the budget, we decided we couldn’t do both. South America would have to wait.

Whew!

Canadians in Peru in March didn’t get home, in a lot of cases, until June. That was probably the luckiest thing that happened to us this past year.

Come January, we were well into the booking process for trips to BC (May), Nova Scotia (July) and Alberta (August) plus there was a big wedding to go to in early August. Not to mention visits to Toronto and Montreal for getaway weekends. It was going to be a great year! Then COVID-19 struck.

No great gnashing of teeth though a little grinding of gears. Long story short, everything got refunded except one night’s hotel deposit in Vancouver. They did give us a credit – though I suspect I’ll never use it. Eventually we decided we could tough it out until things got under control. We just didn’t think it would last so long!

Then an unexpected construction project on the exterior of our building kicked us off our balcony for five weeks in August and September. Fortunately, by then we were in the great hiatus (which of course led to the second and third lockdowns) and could travel locally at least. Three-day trips ensued to Perth, Wakefield and Almonte. Nice little towns all with pleasant country walks nearby. But it wasn’t exactly Machu Pichu.

The rest of the year consisted of occasional day trips, including a ride in a 1937 bi-plane (like a motorcycle in the sky) and walks in previously unexplored regions of Ottawa. We watched a lot of TV and spent an inordinate amount of time in video calls to friends and family across Canada and in England. We grew closer to some people while we found the distance widening with others. Family become more central to both of us while work—such as it is for the retirement set—faded in importance.

Now the vaccine is on the horizon and we have become ever more careful. As Liz says, no one wants to be the last soldier killed before VE day (VE = Vaccines Everywhere). Sadly, for all our hopes and desires, the first third or half of 2021 will be a lot like the last 10 months gone by.

It was tough year, tougher for others than it was for us. We lost a few acquaintances to the plague and a few friends lost those much closer than that – fathers and mothers and brothers and cousins. Two of our family members did get the disease, both with moderate to bad symptoms but thankfully not sick enough to need hospital care. It was scary enough as it was and we can only imagine how tough it was for others.

Other than that and Liz’s broken toe, our health was as good as can be expected.

Well, that is certainly enough about that!

On a lighter note, my publishing business, Bundoran Press, went out of business in October. I had hoped to carry on for another year or two but all the cancelled cons put an end to that. I think my partners and I closed it off in style, with everyone paid and as much notice and assistance to authors as it was possible to give. I may not still have a company but I have a lot of friends as result of the 8 years I did run it. And that’s more valuable than gold. And I did publish one book in 2020: Ryan McFadden’s Corona Burning. (The title never fails to trigger my sense of irony.) He now is publishing it himself and maybe you could check all of Ryan’s books on Amazon.  

I continue to write and one of the highlights of the year was my first appearance in Analog (of a story sold in 2019), one of 3 stories that appeared in 2020. I wrote six new stories and worked in a desultory fashion on a number of longer projects. I even tried my hand at poetry though that is certainly not ready for public viewing. I already have one story coming out in 2021 and I remain hopeful for more though I have to admit I now write mostly for myself. The pleasure of writing a satisfying sentence now outweighs that of a cheque in the mail (though I don’t mind getting those at all).

Editing, too, is more interesting as well and I worked with four clients during the year, one of whom just had his book published a few weeks ago. That made me happy. You can check it our here.

What else did I do this year that made life worth living? I found great comfort in the deepening of my marriage to Liz. It seems all we really need is each other (though I love all your guys too!)

I studied Spanish, using the Rosetta Stone computer program and I’ve now reached the stage where some of dreams are partly in Spanish – and I mostly know what the dream figures are saying. By October (when we are going to Spain!!!), I hope to be able to function with reasonable skill.

And I read books – 61 one all told. For those interested in statistics, this included 25 mysteries, 13 SF, 11 mainstream fiction, 3 books of poetry, six of science and 3 other non-fiction. Top few of my list in most categories:
Mystery: Bruno, Chief of Police (Martin Walker)
SF: The Oppenheimer Alternative (Robert J. Sawyer), Binti (Nnedi Okorofor)
Lit Fiction: Indian Horse (Richard Wagamese), The Wonder (Emma Donahue), The Shepard’s Hut (Tim Winton)
Poetry: Averno (Louise Gluck)
Science: Inferior (Angela Saini), The Order of Time (Carlo Rovelli)
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And that as they say, is that. See you next week. Or month. Or year.

When asked if she enjoyed writing, Dorothy Parker famously quipped: I enjoy having written. In a similar vein, Ernest Hemingway said: writing is easy; you sit at a typewriter and bleed.  I'm sure I could find a few other pithy remarks on the so-called joys of writing but I trust, dear reader, that you get the gist.

Writing can seem a grind at times. Whether a short short or a magnus opus, at some point you are bound to think: will this damn thing ever be finished? For every time the words seem to flow there are two others when is seems you are grinding it out one rotten word or phrase at a time. Meanwhile, your internal editor is constantly bleating that you are writing is pedestrian, cliched or flabby or, at the very least, not enough.

And if that nagging voice ever does shut up, you can always count on a writing friend to exhort you to set goals, to write more and more often, to learn this structure or that method of characterization or to develop better story hooks.

As an old pal of mine once remarked: goals are for hockey players. Better yet, from a new pal who has sold over 150 stories and two novels before his 27th birthday: "I try to write things that entertain me and hope to find an editor who is similarly entertained." So far, so good, I would say. Of course, he is living a sort of student life -- not quite starving in a garret, but not middle-class yet. Still, he sells as many stories in two years as I have in my whole damn career. 

Ah, talent! Me, I pretty much have to make do with the other two components of a successful writing life -- determination and luck.

Have I discouraged you from writing yet? Because that was pretty much my goal. I really don't need the competition.

Many of you might ask why -- if it's so hard and the rewards so limited, why do so many people want to be writers? Well, of course, we all want to be the next J.K. Rowling or George R.R. Martin, or perhaps the best paid writer of them all, James Patterson. Surely we think, my writing is as good as theirs. If I just work hard and have a little luck -- it could be me! Just like every guy who plays semi-pro ball thinks he might make it to the big leagues.

Good luck with that. The reality is, if you are reasonably talented, quite determined and hard working and have a smidgen of luck (most of which you make for your self), you can make a living of sorts. Some will actually do quite well. 

Which is sort of true for lawyers and pipe-fitters, too. Except a person with a law degree or a journeyman's certificate is seldom faced with the possibility they will suddenly make no money at all -- which can happen to a formerly successful writer at any given moment. 

Most writers and other artists, too, wind up like that semi-pro ball player, making a little cash from time to time, just enough to keep trying to hit the change-up (sorry for all the baseball metaphors--I've been watching the Blue Jays lose). Like rats who need only an occasional reward to keep playing the game, we live for those sales or that fan we meet who actually reads our work and wants to know when the next book is coming out. If we're lucky, we make enough to quit the day job (or go part-time) and keep trying to write that one story that everyone will like and buy (well, until it gets pirated and you are back in the dumpster again).

Because that's where the joy lies -- in the doing. All the things I've mentioned in passing while you thought I was complaining are why I keep doing it:

• when the words seem to flow;
• when the nagging voice shuts up and lets you wallow in the language;
• when you have writing friends who don't get bored when you talk about writing;
• when you write things that entertain you and find someone who is similarly entertained;
• when somebody pays you for your work;
• when you make a living or even a part living from doing something you clearly do for love (why else would you do something that consists of hard work, little reward and constant rejection);
• when someone comes up and actually gushes over your work.

And of course, there is nothing like seeing your work in print, having a new novel in your hand, being nominated for or, even, winning an award.

But most of all, it the joy of writing one good sentence -- one that makes you stop and say (maybe to yourself or to your ever-supportive partner): Wow, I did that.

So that's my little self-indulgent cathartic rant for the day. I'm one of those writers who is always about to quit, but despite that I have written six stories so far this year. And it is only the joy of writing (or the joy of writing about writing) that makes me un-quit and tackle that next story.

​Which I will do tomorrow.

Wearing my other hat (don't even ask to look at my hat-rack) as managing editor of Bundoran Press, I got to curate a bundle of ebooks including six novels from Bundoran authors and six books by some great writers who have befriended us over the years.

​You can take a look over at Story Bundle but let me give you a preview. 

The bundle includes novels by Robert J. Sawyer (my personal favorite of his: Frameshift) and Ramez Naam (the first book in his award winning trilogy from Angry Robot). Also on offer is the first book in the Valor series from Tanya Huff, Template by Matthew Hughes and the fabulous vN from Canada Reads finalist, Madeline Ashby. I'm particularly happy to present Organisms, a collection of stories from multi-award winning author, James Alan Gardner, which is exclusive to Story Bundle.

The Bundoran books that round out the bundle are pretty spectacular in their own right. Breakpoint: Nereis from Arthur C. Clarke Award finalist, Alison Sinclair, has been described as House meets Star Trek and Aurora Award winning author Edward Willett showcases his space opera skills with Right to Know. I could go on about but you might think I have a vested interest.

There's a lot more info over at the Story Bundle site, so why not give it a try, then give it a buy. 12 great books for only $15US.

This is getting embarrassing. Another year and another blog post. I swear this is the year I blog more than once a year! Both here and on my other long neglected blogs.

Yeah, sure.

In any case, it's not like I've been keeping you in the dark what with Facebook (in three separate pages when you count Bundoran Press and Hayden Trenholm Writer) and two Twitter accounts: @BundoranPress and @HaydenTrenholm. But all of that lack the depth and detail of an occasional blog. And hopefully this year, a little more than occasional.

So, to get things rolling. On the writing front, I had two short stories appear. "When Winter Comes" appeared in On Spec (28:4) -- my sixth story there -- and Laksa Media included "In a Bar by the Ocean, the World Waits" in their anthology, Shades Within Us. The story I sold to Neo-Opsis hasn't appeared yet but presumably will show up in 2019. Meanwhile, two stories are in the final round in prestigious markets, so I remain hopeful.

This week I expect to do the final revisions of two of the three stories I wrote in 2018 and expect to finish the two stories started last year but still in progress. As I approach 64 (will you still need me, will you still read me?), I don't plan too far in advance. I will be working on a new novel in February (though the last one hasn't sold yet) while escaping winter in Oaxaca, Mexico and I have three or four story ideas I am eager to explore. So, I'm not dead yet, as Monty Python might declaim.

I had a relatively quiet year at Bundoran Press with only a single book being published: Fiona's Moore's novel Driving Ambition. I am in the final edits of 3 books to be published in May and am waiting for the second draft of a novel from Ryan McFadden. I already have another book from Ryan slotted into the 2020 calendar. 

My health remains good, other than the usual aches and pains. Unlike many of my peers, I am only on a single daily medication, a puffer I frequently forget to use until reminded three or four days later by a familiar tightness. Ah, well. In any case, having lost 27 pounds by eating less and exercising more, my knees trouble me less and I generally have more energy. Being retired and getting 8-9 hours of sleep every night undoubtedly helps.

The big events of last year involved travel, with 5 weeks in Mexico and three trips to western Canada as well as lots of travel in southern Ontario. Of course, the big adventure was Africa for nearly five weeks, traveling to Tanzania, Kenya, Zimbabwe, South Africa and Swaziland. We went on two safaris and saw ALL the animals as well as visits to Dar es Salaam, Zanzibar, Nairobi, Victoria Falls, Johannesburg, Durban and Cape Town. If that wasn't enough we also spent ten days in Spain (Madrid, Granada and Barcelona) with bookend visits to London as well. Eight weeks on the road.

Here, have a giraffe:
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And if that's not enough, perhaps you would prefer a leopard.

You can see more photos on Facebook. Whether out on the Savannah or deep in the heart of cities, it was a fabulous once-in-a-lifetime trip filled with wonder and beautiful people, sights and sounds and smells that will last me the rest of my life (unless I can figure out a way to go back).

Travel will continue to play a part in 2019 as well--Mexico, Canada, Greece, Berlin, England and Dublin--are all on the itinerary. We plan to keep going until either the bodies or savings give out.

I've saved the biggest and best highlight until last. It thrilled me to see my darling, Liz, accept an Aurora Award for her story, "Gone Flying." Well deserved and, I suspect, not the last.

Now, I'll sign off until next time -- which hopefully won't be next year at this time.

Well, I suppose I could just stop there. After all, 2017 wasn’t anything to write home about. But it wasn’t without its highlights—or lowlights, for that matter. And now that I am entering my first full year of “refocusing” as some of my more enlightened friends call retirement, I have determined that I must either be more engaged with the world or retreat into self-imposed silent exile. The latter does have its attractions but, having never been one to hold my peace, I suppose it is quite impractical.

My very last post was entitled the year in preview and, I suppose, I might begin by reporting on how I did.

I did retire! My official last day of work was June 5 but with some accumulated leave, I was able to depart on the 24th of May. And depart I did, leaving that night for England, not returning for nine weeks. While Liz and I didn’t get to Scotland, we did make it to Cairo (thanks to our great hosts, Mavourneen and Peter). Add in two weeks in Mexico, 10 days in Nova Scotia, three trips to Alberta/BC and several to the Toronto/Hamilton area, it was certainly a year of amazing travel.

Most of it was quite joyous but not all. One trip to Alberta was to attend the funeral of Liz’s mom, Dorothy Gant, who died at 91. She was a lovely, clever woman, a bibliophile and the supporter of the arts and many charities. She is greatly missed by her friends and family, including me.

On the writing front, it was a bit of mixed bag. I only had one story appear in 2017, in The Sum of Us anthology and I only wrote one new one but I did I sell it, plus two stories from 2016, so 2018 is slated to have at least three new pieces appear. I was gratified to win the Prix Aurora Award for short fiction for “Marion’s War,” which had been published in the Strangers Among Us anthology (also an Aurora winner) and earned an honourable mention in Gardner Dozois’ Best SF anthology.

On the other hand, I did finish the first draft of a new novel, which I am now in the process of polishing (and yes, I should be working on it now rather than writing this blog). With the working title of “The Passion of Ivan Rodriquez,” I have taken to calling it a novel of recovery. It is set in a rather bleak future but is essentially optimistic. I’ve also pulled together some notes for the next novel, which I will start writing sometime in the spring. In the meantime, I have plans to work on several stories that are in various stages of completion.

As much as I enjoyed my own accomplishments, I was equally happy to watch Liz come back to writing after a bit of a hiatus. She had a story appear last year and has written and sold four more, all of which should appear next year. When we first were together, I always said she was a better writer than me and though I may have moved ahead during her time away doing other things, I’m sure that in a year or two she will be the one getting all the attention and winning the awards.

Bundoran Press continued to tick along with all three novels and our anthology, 49th Parallels, appearing as scheduled. The latter was particularly well received and got some decent coverage as part of Canada’s 150 birthday celebration. I am currently reading novel submissions with a view to publishing two late in 2018 and more in the following year. Look for announcements sometime in February.

One of the things I said I would do in 2017 was to take a few actions to make the world a better place. I suggested 26 was a reasonable number to aim at and—though I didn’t keep careful track—I suspect that was too ambitious. I can think of several people I helped and a number of efforts I made to make a positive difference in my community and society in general, but I clearly have to do more. But one always has to do more.

I also think I’ve managed to be a bit kinder and a little less angry. Based on the number of things I didn’t post to Facebook and Twitter, I’m sure I was a better person. One cannot be without outrage. It is too useful a tool, but like any tool it can easily turn in your hand and do damage to yourself and others. So, I remain—even as I approach 63—a work in progress.

Perhaps I need to hang a banner (MORE KINDNESS!) on the wall over my work station.

Looking back on 2017, not everything turned out the way I thought it would politically or socially. The Canadian government disappointingly has backtracked on some key platform points but has taken long overdue action on some others—notably in reforming its relationship with Indigenous Peoples. Are we there yet? Not by a long shot, but at least we seem to be on the road. I continue to be impressed with Canada’s renewed international role and with the performance of a number of Cabinet ministers—notably Chrystia Freeland, Jody Wilson-Raybould and Marc Garneau. Despite the shaky performance of a few others, it has been a relatively good year for the government. The public seems to agree with polls suggesting the Liberals still well ahead of their opponents.

In Europe, the election of Macron as president of France isn’t a complete endorsement of progressive ideas but, in the wake of the collapse of the Socialist party, represented the best of the alternatives for a continuation of more-or-less centre left policies. More importantly, it was a significant repudiation of the far right. In Germany, Merkel may yet be able to forge a centrist coalition that excludes the far right and it was a joy to be in England to watch the near death experience of May’s conservatives – though it won’t stop Brexit (which was almost certainly aided by Russian interference in the process).

Ah, the Russians—those pesky little authoritarian bastards. It seems they can’t keep their hands to themselves. Perhaps we need an international movement to call them out on their bad behavior. What? You, too, Lithuania?

Hmm, I guess we’ll have to see whether Mueller and his counterparts elsewhere can do the job.

As for America… well, Trump is still president and likely will remain so for another 3 years. Even if the Democrats can win back Congress next year, they are unlikely to get enough votes in the Senate (67) to actually remove him from office. A better bet is actual criminal charges being laid—still a long shot—which would require Trump to resign so Pence can pardon him, as Nixon was pardoned by Ford. Of course, Pence may be reluctant to comply. The pardon was a major factor in Ford’s brief political career as President. Still, a Democrat-controlled House or Senate—or both—would be bound to change the President’s behavior, hopefully for the better.

Hope springs eternal. After all, if Alabama can elect a Democrat to the Senate (yes, Roy, God has spoken—you lost!), almost anything is possible. The sense of empowerment created by black voters in Alabama and by women of the “Me, too” movement may finally bring about the change America has been craving. And let’s not forget Millennials, who will, in the next round of elections, be the largest voting bloc in America. While I sometimes find their values confusing, I’m pretty sure the kids (whoops, adults) are alright. Let’s hope so: us aging hippies are too worried about hip replacements to keep fighting forever.

As for 2018, I’ve come to the conclusion that the future—SURPRISE!—is largely unpredictable. It will certainly present new joys and new problems and undoubtedly twists and turns we can hardly expect.

On the dark side, this may be the last New Year’s blog I ever write. I could die, hackers could destroy the Internet, cryptocurrencies could obliterate the economy, Trump (or someone else—there are way too many people with the bomb) could start a nuclear war or someone with a CRISPR could create a life-ending virus in their basement. Or we could get hit by an asteroid.

On the other hand, we might, after a half-decade of increasing conflict, get back on the thirty-year long trend to a more peaceful world.  Popular will and improved technology might help us avert a climate crisis. Reform movements might take hold in the most despotic places in the world or, for that matter, in places like America where democracy is sometimes a struggle. World hunger and despair may continue to decline as it has for nearly two decades. Human rights may, once again, become the central obsession of a new generation.

As for me, I’ll keep on keeping on. Write another novel and, I hope, half a dozen short stories, as well as a few more blogs. I’ll publish a couple of books from Bundoran Press and get my schedule for 2019 finalized. I’ll try to find a few more good deeds to do and practice that kindness/calmness mantra.

And travel! We’re off to Mexico for almost seven weeks in another ten days. And in the summer, we’re going to Africa for five weeks followed by three more somewhere in Portugal. We have to spend all those savings while there is still a world to see. And look for me in your own neck of the woods—you never know where life’s highways will take you.

Till the next time, have a happy and prosperous New Year. Be kind because you can’t rewind. Time’s arrow only points in one direction—but you get to aim it.
 

It is, of course, standard practice as the New Year rolls in to reflect on the year just past. A year in review is almost de rigeur but, I thought, as a science fiction writer, shouldn't I be more future focused?

As we all know, past is prologue. So, in brief, 2016 was a mixed bag. Certainly, a lot of notable people died -- some of them celelebrities, others simply useful in a vast number of fields. But people were born, too. Quite likely some of the children who were born last year will change the world. Hopefully for the better. Besides I long ago accepted that mortality is the spice that makes living worthwhile. I lost my father when I was 24 and my mother more recently, and, over the course of my life, many good friends have left this world. I feel bad about the loss of a favorite singer or actor and regret the passing -- especially the too soon passing -- of anyone who has striven to make the world a better place. But none of that matters (to me) in the face of the death or illness of a close friend or family member. 

But enough about them. This blog is about me.

I had a satisfying creative life. Two stories were published and I wrote a couple more -- one of which is already sold. I won an Aurora Award (with Mike Rimar) for editing the  Second Contacts anthology and also put my name on another anthology (again with Mike), Lazarus Risen. I edited three novels for Bundoran Press and bought three more for publication in 2017. I ran a reasonable successful fundraising campaign so I can pay a decent rate for our next anthology, 49th Parallels, which I will edit solo.

My work at the Senate remained interesting -- but was conducted in full knowledge that it was my last full year of well-paid employment. My wife, Liz, retired from the governmnet on December 28th and I will follow suit in the next 3 to 4 months. Which means next year will be dramatically different from last -- more freedom but a lot less money. 

I had no serious health challenges -- other than aching joints and the fatigue of being (almost) 62 and far too sedentary. It will take an effort to change the advance of entropy next year. And while some friends and family had some health scares, none of them left me. My travel was limited to a week in Mexico and some time out west as well as regular visits to Yellowknife -- including what may have been my last one in November.

And politics. What can I say? I'm reasonably satisfied with the new Canadian government. Far from perfect but who would expect perfection from government (or any other human construct)? It's better that what came before and seems to have an agreeable vision for the future. Far better than what we're seeing in other countries, I think, where everybody wants to turn back the clock to an non-existant 'better days.' These days, even nostalgia ain't what it used to be. I was as shocked and disappointed by the election of Donald Trump as anyone who considers themself remotely progressive. Trump is bad, no doubt, but he's no Vlad Putin.

Which brings us to the turning point.

There are three things I intend to do more of in 2017 than I did in 2016. The first is travel. I'm heading to Mexico in a few days and will enjoy the sun and surf and culture and food for 17 days. Later in the year, we're heading for England for nine weeks -- which will include side trips to Scotland and Cairo (and maybe Berlin) and we'll be out west again in August. And after that, who knows?

Writing is also on my list -- I wrote 3 short stories last year and I want, at a minimum, to double that ourput. I've also been accumulating notes for not one, not two, but three new novels. I plan to get one of them done by this time next year.

The third thing I plan on doing is 'changing the world.' I don't intend to become a revolutionary by any means but I intend to do something -- for a stranger, for my community, country or the world -- that will leave things a little better after I do them than before. It will take a while to get rolling but I don't think it is too ambitious to aim for 26 specific accomplishments before 2017 is done. Because If I don't do them, who will?

One thing I'll keep doing at the same rate is Bundoran Press -- we once again have 3 novels and an anthology on the schedule. As for 2018? I'll let you know.

Some things I intend to try to do less of next year is worry and get angry. Worry is easy but largely pointless -- if something troubles you, act to change it. As for anger -- moral outrage is fine but yelling at people accomplishes nothing. As Matilda says -- if it's not right, you have to make it right. Fight, yes, but for a purpose and in a direction. So, I'm going to try that. And, like all human constructs, it won't be perfect.

As for politics. I think the Canadian governmnet will have a tougher time in 2017 but, if they stick to their principles, will do okay. Which is good enough for Canada.

I'm worried about Europe, of course, especially France which seems likely to turn to the right and Germany, which may be the last bastion of liberal democracy on the continent. Brexit will hurt more people than it will help -- but I sort of think that was the whole idea anyway. Anger and revenge rather than a clear vision of something better.

And Donald Trump? Almost certainly the worst President since Nixon (though he'd have to work hard to be as bad as some the guys from the 19th Century -- and Donny is not know for his work ethic) but probably one of the most ineffectual, too. Some of his Cabinet appointees won't be confirmed -- not because the Senate votes against them but because some of them will quit in the face of sustained nasty questioning. Some who do get confirmed won't be as bad as we suspect (and some will be worse than we can imagine). In any case, Trump will discover that the Senate and Congress, even with Republican majorities (for as long as those last), will not simply role over and do what he tells him. And as for the Blue State governors -- hahaha! Any appointment he makes to SCOTUS will be bad but hopefully he won't get to make two. That would be really bad for a very long time.

Still, America is resiliant and slow to change. It took fifty years to get from the civil rights movement to President Obama. I doubt if it will turn on a dime even if the guy in the White House pouts and calls them meanies for not doing everything he demands. And remember, momentum is a tremendous thing and as powerful as the President is (not as powerful as a Prime Minister with a majority), the future has a mind of its own. You can't make people be who they were last week, let alone fifty years ago and you can't re-create an economy of the 1950s on the back of the digital age. The world has changed -- and mostly for the better -- and won't change back because some people feel disgruntled or deprived or even legitimately aggreived. 

Still, for a lot of people, things are going to get rough and even cruel. Which is why people like me -- and like many of you -- have to do a little extra. We need to defend the vulnerable, support the endangered, stand up for rights and democracy, hold our hand out to help and keep our eyes focused on a brighter world.

Because what's that alternative? Curl up and die?

Once again I'll be attending Ottawa's Canadian Conference on the Speculative Arts, generally known as Can-Con. I'll spend a lot of time in the dealers' room, manning the Bundoran Press table and, I trust, selling a few books. However, I'll also be doing some programming.

Friday, 9 p.m. I'll be hosting, along with Liz Westbrook- Trenholm and Michael Rimar, the Bundoran Press Publisher Reception - Readings from Lazarus Risen and Stars Like Cold Fire. Drop by for a nosh and a drink in the Tavern ConSuite 3rd Fl - Room 315

Saturday 10 a.m.
Character Arc and Mental Health: Autism, depression, anxiety and mental health diagnoses are more than character tropes. Which writers effectively structure compelling characters without misrepresenting what it means to live atypical lives? Which ones need to do better and how could they? Hayden Trenholm, Susan Forest, Fanny Darling, Ada Hoffmann, Lynne MacLean (m) Zenith Room

Saturday 11 a.m.
Brave New Baby – Speculating Birth, Health and Death in the Future: Tremendous new medical tools are now available to improve lives and combat disease, such as stem cell banking, gene therapy, cyborging, and early integration with technology. What exactly is the field of now and the medical field in 20-40 years from now, and how is science fiction engaging with it? Anatoly Belilovski, Lesley Donaldson, Julie Czerneda, Angela S. Stone, Hayden Trenholm (m) Sunset Room

Saturday 5 p.m.
The Strangers Among Us: Readings from the Mental Health-themed Anthology - Suzanne Church, A.M. Dellamonica, Julie E. Czerneda, Susan Forest, James Alan Gardner, Rich Larson, Lucas K. Law, Ursula Pflug, Robert Runté, Hayden Trenholm, Edward Willett Zenith Room

Saturday 7 p.m.
Play Reading: Prisoner of Zelda - Hayden Trenholm, Agnes Cadieux, Geoff Gander, Brandon Crilly A romantic comedy with a twist -- and guns. Zenith Room

Sunday 11 a.m.
Bodies of Difference: Disability in Spec Fic – This panel explores the representation of disability in speculative fiction. We examine representations of medicalized bodies, portrayals of people who are disabled, and the narratives that surround disability in our society. This panel is about imagining a future for the bodies we occupy. Madona Skaff,Rebecca Simkin, Hayden Trenholm, Ada Hoffmann, Cathy Hird, Derek Newman-Stille (m) Dawn Room

Hope to see you there.

Another year has passed and I’m convinced if I don’t blog on Hayden’s Hubris at least once, I’ll be too ashamed to hold my head up high. And we can’t have that happen, can we?

I have to say that 2015 was a real mixed bag. There was a certain amount of sadness, tempered with fair dollops of joy. Still, I won’t be sad to see it come to an end. Maybe 2016 will turn out better.

So let’s get the bad stuff out of the way. While I had a relatively healthy year – aside from the aches and pains of turning 60 and being in the worst shape of my life – but there was plenty of illness and death in my life. My mother-in-law, who turned 90 in August broke her hip last spring and has since gone into a slow decline. As the year ends, she is in hospital with pneumonia and her prospects of going home again are dim. Her decline was probably sped along by the death of her daughter after a very brief illness with lung cancer. Kristine was only 68 and, until her sudden illness, was full of life and energy.
Three friends – not close ones but people I saw regularly – also died this year, two from cancer and one from a respiratory illness. A very close friend was recently also diagnosed with cancer and another has been in hospital for months because of serious depression.
As the saying goes, getting old is not for sissies.

On the bright side, a younger friend was successfully treated for her cancer and, by all appearances, has beaten the disease. A couple of other friends recovered from quite serious illnesses and are back to their old selves. It is sometimes a wonder what doctors can achieve.

Other aspects of my life have been happier. My day job at the Senate has gotten a lot more interesting in the last few months and promises to be busy and exciting for the next year or two. I was pleased to help my boss launching his autobiography and happy for him that it has generally been well received. Liz reached a major milestone in her work and can now look forward to retiring in a year or less. I will follow shortly after – though I might be around for nearly 3 years.

In the meantime, Bundoran Press continues to take up a lot of my spare time. We released 4 books this year and had an Aurora nomination for a 2014 book. I already have books bought for both 2016 and 2017, one of which will be partly funded by an Indiegogo campaign. You can read more about that at my Bundoran Blog.

With work and publishing keeping me busy, my own writing has lagged a bit. I had two story sales during the year with “Drone Dreams” being published by Perihelion SF in November. “Marion’s War” will appear in the anthology, Strangers Among Us, next August. I have a few other stories out to market and hope to find a bit more time to write next year. However, on a related matter, I now have two students that I mentor professionally (and am always interested in more).

It wouldn’t be a year without lots of travel and this year, in addition to business trips to the NWT and family/friend visits in Toronto and Alberta/BC, Liz and I expanded our horizons by going to Cuba in February and Turkey in October. Both trips were fantastic, though quite different in scope and style. We particularly like snorkeling in Cuba and intend to do a lot more in Cozumel when we go there this winter. The highlights of Turkey were the Aya Sofia in Istanbul and the fairyland landscape of Cappadocia.  Other than Mexico, we don’t have any particular plans for travel in 2016 but I’m sure that will change in the next few years.
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And we had plenty of visitors this year. Susan (Liz’s daughter) and her boyfriend, Kevin, came from England and stayed with us for much of 10 days. It was a fabulous time. We also got in several visits with Steven and his sons in Burlington. A few people came to dinner while visiting Ottawa though, as it turned out, no one stayed over. One of the other highlights involved visiting other people – a group of writers hosted by Rob Sawyer in early July. It’s always fun to hang with other writers. Which of course reminds me of all my writing (and non-writing) friends here in Ottawa and the many parties, retreats and writing events we took part in both here in Ottawa but also Kingston, Toronto and Calgary.
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So I guess 2015 wasn’t the best year of my life but, on the other hand, it really wasn’t half bad.