I think we can all agree that the past year hasn’t been good to the majority of the planet and move on from that. I just read my last hopeful yearly update – poor naive fool. 🙂 And I *still* didn’t go through Hollow.
What’s wrong with me? In my defence, there was too much real world sadness to deal with so much of the fictional kind, too. That’s my excuse, and I’ll be clinging onto that for dear life for a while longer.
I shouldn’t complain. My family is safe and with me, and that’s the most important thing. We are lucky. It’s hard to remember through the haze of wtf that 2016 left in its wake, but I know lots of good things happened. Which is why I’m still baffled about all of the random, out of the blue, panic attacks I had this year for no reason at all.
I’ve had panic attacks since childhood (except it was called acting up, being hysterical, attention-seeking, hormones or “just her age” in those days, ha) but as an adult (ahem – yes, actually, I’m totally a grown-up now) I’ve been happy and healthy (I don’t even faint like a Victorian lady anymore, er, mostly). The last time they were really frequent was during my pregnancies (extra hormones + medical phobia = insane Claire’s ultimate form), but my youngest is six now, and life is even better since then – especially since we moved out of Dublin. It’s kinda hard to talk about, but they used to happen for reasons, at least, and they were never this omg will this ever stop kind of frequent. I’m just going to chalk it up to a bit of excessive burnout, too much gawking at terrible world news, not enough reading and creating, and keep my fingers crossed that they feck off back to wherever they were coming from. Ooh, story idea. 😛
This will shock no one, but writing wise, 2016 has been kind of a fail. I’ve written words – I just haven’t, you know, done anything with most of them. My last novel was released a year ago, which is a bit sad and pathetic, but it’s just been a mad year all round. Statistically, 2017 has to be better, right? Right?
Being serious for a moment, I’m still not in a position to publish a worthy novel. (Hopefully sooner rather than later) I’ll be sending out a couple of free stories in the newsletters to keep people going (Secret Self, Crossroads, and Magic Thief), while I work on whatever comes next. I’ll probably try to focus on the Harbinger trilogy just because so much of it is already done, but I’ve been starting to get into Ava’s next book (So. Many. Notes.) too. I’ll most likely send out a free Chaos novella before I get another full-length novel out in that world, too. I’ll continue to update every month at least with how things are going, and thank you if you’re still hanging in there with me. 🙂
Wanna see something
terrifying funny? I tidied up my desk, and, uh, these are the notes I need for the above stuff. On paper. Not including all of the other notes on my laptop. Or the million post-its covered in scribbles I can’t make out. *Nervous laugh*
I have been getting a lot of ideas for new stuff lately, so I’m taking that as a good sign for the year to come. Something is still working in my tiny little overly-fried brain. Hope springs anew! Anyway, I better go check on the kids’ progress. They’re
licking up being as good as gold and cleaning up – mostly because I gave them a lecture (and possibly because they caught a glimpse of that crazy ultimate form behind my eyes), but still, I’ll take it.
Have a most excellent new year, World. You deserve it.