I know that it’s a horrible cliche, and I know that our calendar is just a construct, and I know that I can make a change any day of the year, but there is something special about the feeling of hope and renewed energy that January brings with it. That feeling that I can achieve anything (I wonder how long it will last this year!)
2018 was far from smooth sailing.
I kicked off the year working on The Memory Trader Series, releasing book 1, The Smudger, in February, and following up with its sequel, The Sister, in May. September brought the delayed release of While We Were Waiting, after my summer plans had to quickly change when my two year old broke his femur.
Seeing my youngest in so much pain was definitely the low-point of the year, but watching him cope with being in plaster for 8 weeks, seeing how he didn’t let it slow him down or get him down, that was a high point.
2018 also brought snow and ice, and several school closures. It saw me chop 12 inches off my hair, and reach my target weight with Slimming World. I’ve had a bout of flu and food poisoning. I’ve launched a podcast. We added a new member of the family; a turtle my husband rescued from a canal. I won Camp NaNoWriMo twice, but lost November’s NaNo event (although I did hit my personal goal of 30k).
I fell in love with John Green’s books, reading The Fault in Our Stars, Paper Towns, and An Abundance of Katherines, as well as adding Turtles All the Way Down to my TBR pile. I also fell in love with Phillip Pullman’s books, getting through Northern Lights, The Subtle Knife, The Amber Spyglass, and La Belle Sauvage within just three months.
In October, I got to cross an item off my author bucket list when I attended Other Worlds; a writing convention that I had been invited to as a guest author. In November, I also attended Sledge-Lit as a guest author, chairing a panel for the first time, and meeting the wonderful Mike Carey, author of The Girl with All the Gifts.
We did a huge declutter which allowed me to set up a home office again, and reclaim my beautiful leather-topped pedestal desk. I am a person who needs a dedicated space to write.
2018 brought both bereavements and births, and witnessed me stumble, unwittingly, into organising a large sci-fi and fantasy event. It’s definitely been an interesting year, and I’m sure that 2019 will be more of the same.
So, what is 2019 set to bring with it? I’ll be starting the year with an early book release; The Notary of Gotliss Street. February is Burton Sci-Fi and Fantasy Con, and then there will be Edge-Lit in the summer, and Sledge-Lit before Christmas. I have plans and goals in my head, but I guess the rest is up to the universe.