Since my last post, I’ve been hard at work rebuilding my life. Fig-Cat and I have moved into our new apartment. I’m gradually furnishing the space and making it mine. Figgy immediately bonded with her new cat cave and overall has adjusted well. My emotional state goes up and down, but overall I’m adjusting too. I’ve not been able to write yet, but I did have a glorious New Year’s holiday in the Canary Islands.
Normally, when I write these posts, I summarize the year just past. To be honest, I can’t. I just cannot. Let’s just say that I wrote, albeit slowly, and I’m happy with what I wrote.
But for this brave new year, this 2023, I will dare to set a (very) few goals:
- I will finish NotMansfieldPark. And by finish, I mean an end-to-end draft that I have edited and polished until it gleams brighter than the sun. I started this nameless novel back in 2014, only to get tackled by Janet Watson and her story. This proved to be a good thing, because when I returned to the manuscript, I was a better writer. Now I can do justice to the story.
- I will make this apartment my own. That is, all boxes unpacked, all pictures framed and hung on the walls, all the small details carried out in a way that pleases me.
- I will go on another adventure somewhere in the world.
And that’s it. Let’s see how it goes.
