2015 has been a year of changes, both good and bad. In some ways, that’s true of every year. But sometimes the good is sweeter and the bad harder to bear.
The bad hit at both the personal and wider-world levels. We lost my dear mother-in-law in March and witnessed far too many examples of human behavior at its worst at home and across the world.
At the personal level, the good included a move to a brand new house that my husband and I enjoy more each day. We love the new city and all it offers as well as the still-easy access to DC. Good in the wider world included seeing new published works by a number of blog buddies and the occasional stories of good will and humanity that broke through the media’s and society’s fixation on all that is wrong and fascination with all that is shallow.
To my complete surprise, I’ve written more than 60,000 words so far this year—far more than I imagined. Of course, that was split across two novels. If I could have harnessed them into one, I might have a completed draft to work on in 2016. But that’s okay. Just knowing that I wrote that many words gives me some hope of completing at least one draft of one of those novels in 2016.
And that’s a good way to head into the New Year, don’t you think?
This is my last post until January 2016. Everyone’s busy enough in December even without keeping up with blog posts. Have a wonderful end of the year, and may 2016 bring you good tidings and good cheer.
All the best,