I thought my new cousin was 2 this xmas, when in fact he’s just 8 months old.
It’s been such a long year in terms of change and stuff, and feeling like all that plugging away means you’re finally getting somewhere.
Got a doctorate (but still feel stupid most days)
Quit a job (English and Creative Writing are NOT that similar)
Co-authoring a Study Guide for English and Creative Writing (out in 2013)
Wrote another novel (got no brackets for this one)
First five-years-in-development novel will be published in 2012 (Am I allowed to say this yet? I think so)
Started licking the lids of my boyfriend’s burger buns (not a euphemism) because vegetarianism is starting to hurt
So yes, I sort of feel like I’ve fit 2 years into one and I’m a bit scared about what happens next. But that’s also sort of exciting…
Good luck to everyone next year