Richard Wright

author of strange, dark fictions


2014: Hard Work And Hope

January 1, 2014 by Richard Wright in Journal, Life

Hong Kong 2014I saw in the New Year with my wife and daughter on a bridge watching fireworks blow over Hong Kong Bay. 2014 has a lot to live up to, but it couldn’t really have got off to a better start. More on the vacation soon.

Overall, I enjoyed 2013 a great deal, and it was very good to me. My life started to come together again after too long a time being a poor and fractured thing. In a week I’ll be thirty-nine, and I’ve more hope in me than I’ve known for a decade.

The job isn’t complete though. The glue hasn’t yet set, and there are pieces still to slide into place. That’s what I hope this shiny new year will offer me. Trying to pre-define how or when that’s going to happen is a fool’s game, but there are things I hope for. I hope to enjoy my family more. I hope to write good things and have people find and enjoy them. I hope to get fitter and healthier.

In practical terms, there are a couple of certainties. In six months or so this grand overseas adventure will end after almost five years, and we’ll move back to Scotland for the next stage. I have no intention of picking up life there exactly where I left it. I’d rather start from scratch, scooping up the things and people I care about and beginning anew. I’m looking forward to that. I like new starts. There’s already a house there, waiting to be turned into a home. It just needs Wrights in it to start shaping it up.

The year of the freelance leap will also come to an end in September. There’s a slim chance the coming months will go so well that I can stay a freelance writer full time. More likely is that I’ll re-enter the world of dayjobbery. I won’t know until I get there. I’ve hit a fair stride with the writing so far though, and if I can keep it up I’ll have a good body of work to take forward. I’ll be closer to what I want than I’ve ever been. There’s a lot of work to squeeze into the next nine months, and I expect it to be exhausting. It’s exhaustion for the right reasons, so that’s okay.

This will be a year of purpose, I think. I’m pushing to achieve a great deal, and that inevitably means there will be failures and disappointments along the way. I hope to manage them with good grace, but trust you’ll forgive the occasional moan when nothing seems to go right. It doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten that I’m privileged to have the things I do. I hope there will be successes too, and that you’ll be equally tolerant if I revel in them with sometimes unseemly enthusiasm. I’m still a little boy at heart.

Finally, I hope 2014 brings your own passions also to the fore, and that you share them with me as we go along. There is nothing so splendid as the victory of friends, and I don’t want to miss even one.


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