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Year in Review: 2016

Yep. That’s my summary of 2016 in general, and also, my year in general.

I don’t think I can recall a single year in my entire life that’s taken so much from me in pretty much every aspect: my career, my day job, and my personal life. I lost my furry best friend of 12 years, my book sales tanked, and the entire country went absolutely insane in the meantime. I think like most of you, I would be happy to strike 2016 from the history books and pretend it never happened, although the damage that it did can’t be completely ignored no matter how hard we try.

However, as rotten a year as most of us had, there were some good things. For me, this tops them all:

Yes, ICYMI, that is indeed your friendly neighborhood author Kyoko M wrapped in the sinewy, perfect arms of Captain America himself, Chris Evans. Recap here. I won’t bore you with the squee-worthy details in the meantime. However, that was my Treat Yo-self 2016 trip, and the good things that happened for me in 2016 career-wise are actually still connected to conventions.

I was able to attend the State of Black Science Fiction convention in Atlanta, GA, where I was able to be on two different panels with some incredibly talented, smart, funny, dynamic authors. It was such a fantastic opportunity to break bread with people of a similar genre and just relax and talk about writing and making a living off of this crazy thing we do.

I also was able to be in an all-new boxed set, where I met other awesome urban fantasy and paranormal romance authors. I learned some new marketing strategies and advertising opportunities along the way, and started to realize that even though the writing world is highly competitive, a lot of authors have figured out that we can help each other up the ladder one rung at a time instead of always climbing over each other. I really have come to encourage new authors, or veteran authors seeking more readership, to collaborate and find their niche with people who are like-minded. Sometimes you can bust your hump as hard as you can, and still not meet your goals, so it’s great that if you search hard enough, you can find a way to break through the next barrier and find new readers by sharing the spotlight.  I am elated to see that so many authors are willing to pull together and get ourselves out there. This is one of the most labor intensive jobs on the planet, so it’s nice if one can find a way to share the load.

I won’t be boring you with a calculation of how many copies I’ve sold this year. Frankly, all you need to know is “not enough, but at least I’m not dead in a gutter somewhere.” After all, it could be much worse, and the main reason that my book sales fell to rancor is that I spent so much time putting my energy into my new first-in-series Of Cinder and Bone that I sadly started to neglect marketing the Black Parade series. It’s hard to juggle two series at once and that is the goal I have set for myself in 2017: to learn how to adequately balance marketing and promoting both series to new readers.

I sort of forgot how hard it was getting any traction with The Black Parade, and so I’m going to take a good, hard look at the last two years that have been profitable and identify what works best to get OCAB into the hands of as many readers as possible. Sometimes when you have a good year, you take for granted what got you there and forget that it’s easy to slip back down to the numbers you were at before. Hopefully, 2017 will see us back up to where we were in 2014 and 2015.

As always, I couldn’t have done any of this without you, readers. I know it’s been hard, but there are 352 new opportunities to kick ass waiting for us and if we pull together, we can make our dreams come true again.

Thanks for everything. Stay tuned. We’ve got plenty of things comin’ atcha in 2017.

Off Topic: To the Supermarket Trump Supporter

So I almost punched out an elderly person in a supermarket today.

Granted, none of you know who I am, but I’m not a violent criminal with a checkered past. I’m a (mostly) skinny, awkward nerdy black girl from Georgia who, through a series of unfortunate events, came to live in central Florida for going on five years. Nevertheless, I was going along my merry way grocery shopping when an old white man walked past me wearing a “Make America Great Again” hat. I didn’t realize how utterly furious I’ve been under the surface until that man walked into my line of sight and my entire body from head to toe started shaking, and my adrenaline started pumping, and my brain whispered, “Punch his goddamn lights out. Lay him out, right here, right now. He deserves it.”

I did not, however, deck the ever-loving crap out of an old man today.

And that’s what we’re here to discuss.

We all know the obvious reasons why I didn’t do it. (1) Don’t want to be arrested and sent to jail and deal with a lengthy trial on assault charges, especially not in a state that gives Texas a run for its money in terms of open bigotry (2) It would have just proven that old man’s messed up beliefs right, that black people, and people of color in general, are violent, ignorant criminals who are hot-headed and reckless and attack people unprovoked. (3) That’s not a punishment severe enough for this man’s crime.

Because, in the end, while the narrative of this story has switched into a dystopian future that is so reminiscent of V for Vendetta that I’m waiting for them to change the flag to black and red, we are only at the climax. The ending? Oh, the ending is what I’d like to discuss today.

After the utter fury rushed out of me when I left Publix, I quite suddenly started smiling to myself. Do you know why? Not because our current situation in this country is funny. It ain’t, trust me. After the anger passed and I could see something other than red, I realized that I am in fact getting the last laugh.

You, old man, are going to die, and soon. You’ll probably die painfully, as many of your organs are failing, and you’ll be taken to a hospital, and if you are one of the incredibly ignorant morons who are on the Affordable Healthcare Act that the GOP is trying to repeal and yet you somehow don’t realize it’s Obamacare, you’ll probably get a taste of your own medicine while you’re shuffling your moldy ass off this mortal coil and into the flames of Hell.

And that’s not even the best part.

You know your grandchildren? Those children that you voted for Tangerine Hitler in order to “protect” from the “villains” you think are out there in “your” country right now? Guess what? When they grow up, they’re going to be surrounded by beautiful brown faces of all types. Not only that, but they are going to fall in love with a person of color. They’re going to have their entire world rocked by a person of color. Hell, they might be in a same-sex relationship with one, and that’s even better. Still not the best part. Are you ready for the best part?

You’ll be dead, and you can do nothing about it.

All your hatred, all your bigotry, all your ignorance, all your pathetic attempts to stop people of color from “taking over” what you and people like you think is yours, will have meant absolutely, positively, nothing in the end.

We aren’t going anywhere. You are. Your entire fake-ass resistance is futile. Trump may have poisoned this country and broken the will of many of its innocent citizens, but in the end, you cannot stop us from living, and living well.

Me? Maybe I don’t have all my ducks in a row, but I am still an educated, gorgeous, independent, kind, helpful, decent human being in spite of all that you’ve done to make me and people like me feel like we have no power and that we’re unwanted second-class citizens. I have a savings account. I have a car. I have a home. I have a family and friends. I have everything I need right now, and I’m not even halfway done with my life. And you? You can’t do jackshit about it, old man.

To that end, to everyone out there who is just as angry as I am, who is filled with disbelief that the selfish monsters in this country have let us all fall to rancor and have shown their yellow bellies after all this time, after all this progress, this is what you need to focus on.

If you’re reading this article…you ARE the resistance.

Fight Trump and his cabinet. Fight Congress. Fight corrupt government officials and lobbyists.

But don’t forget that we get the last laugh.

Live hard. Live well. Don’t let them take away who you are because of their disgusting beliefs. Get your life together and enjoy everything that you can, because that’s how you defeat men like that old bastard in that supermarket. They think we’re savages? Great. Just wait until we’re doctors, saving their old damned souls. Just wait until we’re lawyers defending their sorry asses from a lawsuit. Just wait until we’re colonizing Mars. Just wait until we’re watching the first female or gay/lesbian president. Just wait until this entire country is full of excellence and they can’t do a goddamn thing about it.

Kill ‘em with kindness, friends.

That’s how we win this war.

Stay excellent.

Love,

Kyoko