I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to see a year come to a close, despite its highlights. Writing-wise, everything took a turn for the better as 2017 progressed, with sales starting again, and the prize and WFA nom for Vacui Magia. I got Harkworth Hall out, and its sequel drafted, and I have plans for a second little collection. I finished more stories. I made plans past 2018. I felt, and feel, like I’ve regained control over this part of my life.
This is all very, very good, and I am grateful for it.
Everything else was bad. In the world and in my personal life. There was family stuff, work stuff, health stuff, pet stuff, money stuff. Last week I took our elderly kitty to the vet for his checkup, and we walked in with him on one medication, and we walked out with him on 3 medications and an appointment for needle training and a bill we’ll struggle to pay.
That has been my 2017 in a nutshell. Everything bad multiplying by 3.
And I’m trying to be hopeful about 2018, but … that’s the thing about living through crazy regimes: it’s just endless bad stuff, multiplying by 3, until you’re so beaten down you can’t even think straight, much less act. I’ve had something to call about, to protest, more days than not this year. That’s a lot of protesting.
Every therapy appointment now, we start with a check-in on where I am emotionally, and yes, I’m still depressed, and yes, I’m still afraid to stop moving, writing, doing, because when I stop the weight of it all comes crashing in and I want to lie down and not get up again.
I don’t lie down much anymore.
I do this post at the end of every year, to tally up what got done. Focus on the positives. I’ve already posted about my award eligibility here. Also, if you’ve subscribed to the newsletter, I’m hoping to have a little sneak peek before the year is out, so if you haven’t subscribed this might be a good time to do it. Just sayin’.
Things I wrote/revised in 2017:
Properties of Obligate Pearls
The Case of Herself
Court Visionaries 2
The Sunrise Manor Routine
An Elegy for Landings
Rejoice, rejoice, we have no choice but to carry on…
May we all be kinder to each other in 2018.