Well done, you. That’s 2010 over, and you managed not to break it at all. Sure, by midnight it was looking scratched up and used, a little rough around the edges, but by and large you kept it in working order for the duration. Now it’s the first of January, 1/1/11, bursting with prime number goodness (my own birthday this year is similarly and auspiciously ‘1’ based), and an unspoiled year innocently awaits. Time to reflect and plan.
From a personal standpoint, 2010 was defined by India, and the process of settling in. To be honest, only now, almost halfway through my time in Delhi, am I really starting to feel like I’m at home here. That’s made for an uncomfortably discordant year, in terms of both my motivation and my general sense of well being. It’s been, as they say, swings and roundabouts, but ( fingers crossed) I hope that’s all but done with. I’m in a good frame of mind going into 2011, so let’s see what happens.
From a writing standpoint, 2010 was pretty good. As far as published short stories go, I saw ‘Hermanesha’ published in Withersin, ‘Sandboys’ published in Dark Faith, and ‘The Story Eater’ published in Iris: Abroad. They’re all very different tales, in very different books. I’m proud of all of them, and hope they find a welcome space on some of your shelves. Of course, the biggest event for me this year was the publication of Hiram Grange and the Nymphs of Krakow, and the positive reactions people have had to it. Very satisfying, especially after so long a gap between this book and the last one to show just my name on the cover. Go and look them up on Amazon.
As for what’s coming in 2011…
Nothing. Zilch. Nada.
For the first time in three years, I have nothing at all currently scheduled to be published, anywhere. It’s a bizarre feeling, a bit like that moment in a Road Runner cartoon where Wile E. Coyote realises he’s run off the edge of a cliff, and sort of hangs there, legs whirling as he attempts to deny gravity. I’ve just run off the edge of a cliff, and there’s not a lot I can really do about it except cross my fingers and pump my legs.
It’s not that desperate, of course. There are stories currently circulating, looking for a publication to call home, any one of which could sell at any given time. 2011 also looks set to be full of opportunities that haven’t presented themselves before, not least of which is flying over to Texas in April, to attend the World Horror Convention in Austin. It’s a year of potential, which is in its own way liberating.
Resolutions then. Write more. I take too long to get my ideas on paper, not helped by last year’s scatty lack of focus. With luck, this year will be a bit clearer, and more words will happen. The December Book is in progress, and there are other novels and stories lined up in my head, tapping their feet and waiting for their chance to entertain you. That’s all I can do, really – keep writing things I want to read, and hope you will too.
Also, another fitness jag is called for. I was sort of on track with this two or three months ago, before I sprained my ankle. While I was recovering, rather than patiently waiting until I could get back to some running et al, I seem to have inexplicably decided to use the opportunity to become as unhealthy as it is possible to be. Well, the ankle’s mended now, so it’s time to get back on track. I’ve a feeling it’s another day one fitness reboot. I’ll find out tomorrow morning.
All looks good on the page. Let’s see how we get on.