well, i read somewhere once that obsessive people keep blogs, and for once i'm impressed by the accuracy of a generalisation. well, that's not the only time actually - my horoscopes tend to describe me pretty well. though according to penny thornton, i was supposed to hear some pretty big news in december. predictably, i convinced myself that this news would be from penguin. damn you penny thornton and your weekly forecasts! though i must admit i love the way her weekly emails start off 'HELLO, SCORPIO'. whenever i read that, the big band brass section in my head goes off to the tune of 'hey, big spender'. that aside, if nothing astounding happens between now and midnight, i might finally buy myself a magic eight ball.
indeed.
final day of the year, and what a year it's been. i've had the most fun ever this year, i've forced myself to just get over it and do stuff instead thinking about it so much it's actually hurt - and it was all worth it. here's to more bouts of stage fright, more free beers, more rounds of applause, more anxious hours waiting to hear back from publishers and editors, more writing, more writing, more writing. bring it on!
happy new year, all!