That year is, for me, the sort of mix of dreams and hopes and fears that go with having a new book about to come out (in 26 days, 11 hours, 54 minutes, and 38 seconds, not that I’m counting)–especially a new book that began more than a decade ago, though it took me years to figure out what to do with that beginning.
Of course I wrote fewer words than I wanted to; I hope that they’re good enough words to make that mostly okay. They’re the words I had, anyway, and I put everything into them, so they’ll have to do.
In the fiscal year ahead I plan … to keep writing. And to work a little on remembering that the writing isn’t all of life, too.