It’s the end of the year. (Well, it’s actually the 19th of December as I write this, but you might be reading it at the end of the year. Or the start of the new one. Or who the heck knows, really, time is made up.) As is customary in these liminal moments between old and new, I’m indulging in reflection. Looking back on my year – one of the most eventful and important in my writing life so far – and planning for what’s next.
Wallowing in the Passage of Time
Wallowing in the Passage of Time
Wallowing in the Passage of Time
It’s the end of the year. (Well, it’s actually the 19th of December as I write this, but you might be reading it at the end of the year. Or the start of the new one. Or who the heck knows, really, time is made up.) As is customary in these liminal moments between old and new, I’m indulging in reflection. Looking back on my year – one of the most eventful and important in my writing life so far – and planning for what’s next.