And so we have arrived. After a year of ups and downs—glory and depression, delight and despair, great news and thumping bad news—I finally pull into the station at the end of the line. This is my last post of the year 2009 and the mark of a new beginning.
It’s not the end of my writing year, which if you remember runs from August to July (in line with the Edinburgh Book Festival), but it is the end of the Gregorian Calendar year, and as such, us Scots like to celebrate Hogmanay with a little panache and vigour.
Shortly I shall head off to The Trossachs for some much needed and long awaited respite. The clear mountain air shall fill my lungs and the crystal cold water will swell my creativity. We shall laugh and party, drink, eat and be merry, and no doubt along the way there will be some discussions of a serious note and reflections on what has passed these past twelve months. Whatever happens I know it will be good and as ever a wondrous time and place to see in the Bells in on Hogmanay.
Personally, it’s been quite a year for me and that includes in the day job and in my writing career. Nothing has gone “untouched” and my life has been has impacted to extents more than in previous years. In short, it’s been a very good year at times, but more often than not has been piled high with its fair share of “life shit”.
Death and illness has visited several times this year, which has been the main source of much of my downturn. On the upside, though, I have seen a novella make it to the cyber bookshelves with the publication of STELLA, and I have made huge progress and recognition in my day job. A fine balance, but as I slide gently into middle age often wonder to myself if the shit that comes with life will become more frequent.
I look forward to 2010 with much fever and trepidation, but until we get to 00:01 on 01-01-10, it’s time to party and time to relax.
Whatever you choose to do, I hope you all see in the Bells in as wonderful as befits your desires. See you all on the other side!