I’ve been trying to figure out what to write for the end of the year for several days now. First I thought a frank and candid assessment of the year might be good. That idea didn’t last long. Maybe a review of writing milestones? Ehhh. Lists of favorite posts! Nah.
It’s a year I don’t really want to reflect on too much, the foremost reason for which is that I did an awful lot of reflecting on it already during the autumn months. My birthday felt like the start of the new year to me, the point at which I got to start fresh, and this just feels like the turn of a calendar page.
I even wrote my goals for the year broken down by trimester, beginning November 1 and ending October 31.
That said, a couple of things stand out about 2009.
The Big Fail, of course, is the continued lack of publication, despite getting several new short stories out there this year. This doesn’t bother me as much as it has in years past – I’ve acquired some patience, both with the process and my own skill or lack thereof. It’s one of those things that I just can’t control – all I can do is write the best stories I can and send them out. After that there is absolutely nothing more I can do to make it happen. It will eventually, as long as I don’t give up.
And how can I give up now, when I have so many new friends to share it all with? That’s been one of the biggest Wins for the year. Between Twitter and World Fantasy Convention I have made a dozen new friends and critique-buddies. (Going to WFC was one of the best decisions I made this year. Worth every penny.) I feel so much more confident having you all at my back. I hope I’ve been as much of a source of encouragement to you as you’ve been to me.
Have a safe and happy New Year’s Eve, and may 2010 be everything you hope it will be.