After that, it's all a bit hazy.
What was this year?
What was the last?
Writing wise, Above/Below was published, I lost an agent, I sold a short story collection, a couple of short stories were published, and I worked quietly on my novel. It felt like the first year since 2009 that I was getting myself back onto track, though I have been aware that I am becoming more and more quiet in the writing scene and I need to do a bit more work on that side so I don't become a complete hermit. But there feels like there is only so many hours in the day, sometimes, and teaching and writing take up a lot, and my past with the local scene is a mixed bag, while the start of this year burnt me a bit, but what can you do, huh?
In other news, my girlfriend moved in last week, and we have been busy building a darkroom and re-organising. It's really quite surprising the things you accumulate when you live by yourself, and the things you have ignored, and which your partner spots right away.
Life: it moves along, regardless of whatever you intend.
Next year, more of everything.