This was the year the streak was supposed to end, but it didn't work out that way. And so, for the 16th year in a row, I've written at least a million words of fiction. I'm sure any number of writers have accomplished that much and more (Frederick Faust and H. Bedford-Jones come to mind), but I'm proud of hitting that mark, anyway. As always, thanks to the editors who have had faith in me, the other writers who have worked with me, and of course, Livia, Shayna, and Joanna, who make all of it possible.
16 is a nice round number, don't you think?