Another Year

Every Three Years, I said, in 2007. And it's three years on. So:

I wrote this in 2004, quoting myself in 2001. And it feels like a good time to repeat myself one more time. Every three years...

I know it's bad form to repeat yourself, but I was about to list all the things I hope for the readers of this blog in 2005, and I realised I'd already written it back in 2001, when I said...

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.

And I really still do.


Last year, I did a mash-up of that and another New Year's Benediction, and got to tell 2,000 people in Boston what I hoped for, for them and for me, in 2011. There's a video of it, here:



And I've nothing more to say. Except thank you, to my family, to my friends, to Amanda, to all of you. It's been a wonderful year, and I am a fortunate man.
And also, please wish me luck with this short story I'm writing. I'm up to page 19 and nothing's happened yet. Right now, they're eating porridge. In my head, by this point in the story everyone was going to be terrified, and strange oogly things would be happening to all the villagers. Porridge!

Labels:  Happy New Year, porridge, Surprise Yourself