As these teenage dreams and nightmares…

…start to fade away, I’d like to wish you all a happy new year and hope you had a good festive period, whatever you were doing. I hate the new year. The mas holiday is lovely for me because I can just chill and read and stay in bed til 12 and play on the internet and go shopping. Then the 2nd of January comes around and its time to leave it all behind and snap into attention like a lean racehorse, with two weeks worth of work to catch up on. Back to reality, back to praying I can hang on to this job for another year. Waiting to see what awful things are going to happen to me this year. Oh goody.   

I’m going to be 20 in 18 days. It’s time to stop fucking around and get on with the rest of my life. I may not ever be as good a writer or as famous a writer as Stephen King or Neil Gaiman but so help me, I’m not going to find out if I spend the rest of my life sitting about watching David Firth films. I can’t do anything else, can’t paint, photoshop or animate stuff. Can’t act either.

Watch this space. I’m working on some new material (some of which hopefully will be unshit enough to submit to a few webzines or something) and than I will be back to kick all your arses!! HA!

Here’s to 2008. I have no idea where I’m going to be by the end of it, but that’s all part of the fun isn’t it, Doctor? Who knows, maybe the good things will outweigh the bad this year! Funny how you get really exciting years and really boring years and the good and bad stuff always seems to even out. 2007 was too much for anyone from my POV. Way too much was going on. I loved the medium rare steak, but I didn’t care for the tequila (both of which I had for the first time this year). Let’s have a nice quiet year, with no shitty relationships or losing of jobs, or people dying, or being promoted (rough with the smooth and all that….), so I can concentrate on taking over the universe.

Good luck this year, dudes. Love you all.

Screwed

Ok, so I totally screwed Nanowrimo up this year. I think I ought to be forgiven, considering that I was rehearsing for a play every day for 6 days of the month, went out getting drunk on 3 days of the month, was in a play for 2 days of the month and was otherwise engaged (out with friends not getting drunk, watching DVD’s or reading). That didn’t leave me with many days really. And I was behind from the start, and I know that’s no excuse, but I’m still trying to get over…you know….

Anyway, I messed it up totally. I wrote a total of about 10,000 words on 2 different stories during the entire month. And they were both shit. But at least I had the experience of failure. And I haven’t blogged either. I know. But hey, life is goood. 14 days of having to get up at 7am and then I’m free (until January the 2nd). I love the job I’m in now, but I hate having to get up in the middle of the night to get to Nottingham.

 So, for the simple reason that I’m going to have a lot more chance of actually doing this, my challange now is to write 50,000 on any fiction during december. It doesn’t matter if I write 50 stories of 1000 words, or one long story or three stories of 17000 wordsm, 50,000 words of anything and I win. I’m not going to completely fail at this. I’m a Capricorn. I will not lose. 

I guess I’m going to fail at this now.