Rumination
Well, it's New Year's Eve, Eve and, naturally one's mind turns to assessing he past year. Additionally, it's my 28th wedding anniversary to my vastly loving and supportive husband. I have so much to be thankful for, I don't know how to express it.
I had a great year in many respects.
I had To the Highest Bidder accepted by a publisher and it was launched in early March; It has received many kind reviews and a nomination in one of the Goodreads Member's Choice categories, which thrilled me.
I had a bad year at my day job, until the advent of my new boss three months ago. Now all is well. So far. Upper management are still evil scum and they might run him off for not sharing their agenda of making life a living hell for us so that we will leave voluntarily and be replaced by their cronies and friends. But, so far, so good.
For the first eight months of the year, I struggled with depression and binge eating. Now that things are better, I have begun losing weight and I am having ideas again. I was afraid that I could only finish my WIP's ( I have 16 of them, but still) and never have another idea. I have had 3 this month. I want to write again.
Promised Land did not get out when I hoped, but it will be the better for it. I hope for the end of January, but, we'll see.
I have resumed dreaming. Although normally I have dreams that others would describe as nightmares, recently I have been having hugely amusing dreams. In one of them I am dressed in a formal gown, snorting cocaine off a silver tray with Martin Short in a restroom off the White House kitchen. I don't do cocaine; I am only passing fond of Martin Short, and I certainly despise formal affairs. I was puzzled. Then the next night I dreamed I was searching for fat-free Miracle Whip in Rod Stewart's refrigerator. Maybe I'm going to bed hungry? That's why the kitchen theme, maybe? Last night I dreamed I was playing Uno with Shirley MacClaine in a hotel suite in New York while we waited for a taxi to take us to a movie theater. Why can't i dream I'm in bed with Jensen Ackles, or something else more in line with my actual likes and dislikes?
At any rate, although it's dangerous to make New Year's resolutions, I have two: I will write something everyday and I will stick to my exercise and eating schedule. Hah. We will have to see....
I had a great year in many respects.
I had To the Highest Bidder accepted by a publisher and it was launched in early March; It has received many kind reviews and a nomination in one of the Goodreads Member's Choice categories, which thrilled me.
I had a bad year at my day job, until the advent of my new boss three months ago. Now all is well. So far. Upper management are still evil scum and they might run him off for not sharing their agenda of making life a living hell for us so that we will leave voluntarily and be replaced by their cronies and friends. But, so far, so good.
For the first eight months of the year, I struggled with depression and binge eating. Now that things are better, I have begun losing weight and I am having ideas again. I was afraid that I could only finish my WIP's ( I have 16 of them, but still) and never have another idea. I have had 3 this month. I want to write again.
Promised Land did not get out when I hoped, but it will be the better for it. I hope for the end of January, but, we'll see.
I have resumed dreaming. Although normally I have dreams that others would describe as nightmares, recently I have been having hugely amusing dreams. In one of them I am dressed in a formal gown, snorting cocaine off a silver tray with Martin Short in a restroom off the White House kitchen. I don't do cocaine; I am only passing fond of Martin Short, and I certainly despise formal affairs. I was puzzled. Then the next night I dreamed I was searching for fat-free Miracle Whip in Rod Stewart's refrigerator. Maybe I'm going to bed hungry? That's why the kitchen theme, maybe? Last night I dreamed I was playing Uno with Shirley MacClaine in a hotel suite in New York while we waited for a taxi to take us to a movie theater. Why can't i dream I'm in bed with Jensen Ackles, or something else more in line with my actual likes and dislikes?
At any rate, although it's dangerous to make New Year's resolutions, I have two: I will write something everyday and I will stick to my exercise and eating schedule. Hah. We will have to see....
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