2020 was a year that will go down in infamy. There was a pandemic, people died, rioting in the streets, so many things that I can't even remember. But while, I was sitting in my tiny apartment for months on end, I wrote. And, wrote. And, wrote some more. And, kept writing. Poetry and short stories. Some made it into journals and anthologies. Some were read aloud and acted out by me and my friends. 2020 may have been a year that will go down in infamy, but it wasn't all bad. Let me tell you a story.