Somehow, I’ve managed to read more than fifty books, and write almost 200,000 words.
2016 wasn’t a great year until the end. I didn’t write much until after April. I didn’t read much either, and I don’t care.
I’m not a write every day person. I write when I can, I read when I can — moving from one project to another when I get stalled, or switching to reading for a block of time, works for me. Apparently the latter half of this year (most of those words happened fairly recently, like since this fall) was good for my creative output. It wasn’t good for much else.
Things are starting to go well, I started a new job so my hours are a bit more stable than they were with two part time jobs — but I’m commuting more so I don’t actually have any more time available to me — it’s about even. That’s one good thing, the new job. My husband and I celebrated our ten year wedding anniversary in April. So that’s two. I made more friends with library people (three) and I seemed to care less in general about … everything — which could be good, or could be bad, depending on how you look at it.
I feel less stressed, less worried over all the little things. I figure after what we went through so far put things into perspective. It can get a LOT worse, I understand that, but it was pretty bad and we managed okay. Not great, but okay, and we’re on the other side now, sorta.
I realized some things I was trying to do, just won’t fit into my life. I’m not a blogger. I’d like to blog about writing, or about fixing up the house, but there’s far too much pressure and not enough time for any sort of dependency. I’m not an authority on anything, so I don’t feel like I could adequately contribute. And I don’t have the time or mental energy to fit stressing about not blogging into my life. So, I won’t. And that’s where I’m at.
My hosting expires in April. I’m going to keep up the author page, maybe try to spruce it up a little, but this one won’t be staying after that. It’ll probably just redirect there. That way I can concentrate on writing, and editing, and reading, and the main course of being an author.
I hope everyone has a wonderful 2017, or at the very least, that it sucks less than 2016 did.