Thanks also for all the kicks up the arse. You know, those little prods you gave me when I strayed off the path into the mire of inconsequential urgencies. They helped me focus. But again with the juxtaposition! This I didn't appreciate so much - what was the point of nudging me back towards what I should be doing if you were only going to throw more obstacles in my way?
Although I suppose I have learnt to spot a piece of misdirection at ten paces now.
Organising a funeral wasn't much fun. It seems to have left a little hollow place inside of me, and I'm not sure what I've got from the experience apart from practice. Maybe the benefits will reveals themselves in time.
November was fun! I mean I lost my mind and missed half of The Office, but I did write 52,000 words of fiction while doing most of the other things I'm supposed to do in life, and I loved it. It taught me that, whether what I write is great or rubbish, the actual writing of it is the closest I've ever come to loving life. And that's something we all should make room for. For some people it's crocheting, for others it's serial murder. For me, it's writing. So thank you for that.
So what for 2009? I don't do resolutions, but these are the things I'm taking from 2008:
- Writing = good
- Faking it gives no rewards
- Looking after yourself is not the same as being selfish
- There is such a thing as good chick-lit
- A slow, sliding motion (rather than a quick, pulling motion) with the hair straighteners yields much better results
- There is really no reason why I shouldn't have Cheerios for breakfast if that's all I can stomach at 7am
- Career, schmareer; rat race, schmat race
- No more butt-monkey
Robyn
PS: Thanks for the guitar, I'm calling her Karen and I'm going to whittle down the bridge.
PPS: I didn't really want that grey hair, but thanks for thinking of me.

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