Despite everything – and somewhat ironically – writing-wise, 2012 was a good year for me. I completed an overhaul of my Deep South drama novella, The Ballad of Martha Brody; I finished the revision of my horror novelette, Replay (which is to be published early this year by Dark Prints Press); and in the dying moments of the year I even managed to close the door on the redraft of Bleeding Outside the Lines – possibly my most ambitious short horror story to date.
And that novel is edging ever closer to the finish line too… So yeah, all things considered, not too bad. Fingers crossed for 2013.
Happy New Year, folks! I hope all your dreams come true – even the silly ones that only you believe – and those resolutions to stop smoking, lose weight, get fitter, and be nicer, go unbroken.
As profoundly dismal as it is to wake up on Christmas morning in hospital – with the crudely placed tinsel decorating the ward; and the thought of the dry, flavourless turkey you will eat later that day – there’s something a little more depressing about taking your first few breaths of the new year from beneath the sheets of your single cot.
I have been threatening to do so for some time, but this morning – for a number of reasons – I finally got rid of Facebook. It has its uses, and it has been very handy for me in the past, but lately the pros have started to be outweighed by the cons, and I don’t have the time or inclination now to come up with any more excuses to use it.
-- Purveyor of Imagination -- 