As 2008 creeps up on me much faster than I can keep track, I am oddly psyched about the end of the year. This last month will be full of things to look foward to, and I can’t wait for the creation of new books, the beginning of new chapters, the (random) writing of short stories that is to come.Considering this is someone who couldn’t even dream of finishing Nanowrimo this year, I mean it figuratively, of course.
This morning I woke up with unbridled excitement, resolve and not a tinge of grumpiness about being roused from sleep at 7.50 in the morning. The feeling is odder than you might imagine.
It is officially December and I keep counting down the days to each mark on my mental calendar. One week to this, two weeks to that, three weeks to the other and finally, in the fourth week…
Yes, I am psyched. I hope this means I don’t crash from my month-long high in January, but in the meantime, I also think this excitement is the perfect excuse to get a haircut, a facial and go shopping.
Still counting down, folks.
