So, here it is, my end-of-year post, and I didn't expect to be typing this up in a dizzy, exhausted state as I battle a cold virus. So it's going to be a short post. Not sure I'll be awake for new year at this rate!
Nevertheless, I am looking forward to 2019. A lot has happened this year, and a lot of it has been subtle. Friendships have ebbed and flowed to the point where I'm not sure they ever really existed at all; but home has become more 'home' in some ways - I'm slowly falling in love with where I live; and in the midst of it all I've written two novels and one novelette - all of which kick off various new series of books. I'm pretty happy with that.
I tend not to do resolutions as such over the new year, however, it is a time to reflect on the things missing from our lives, as well as all we've achieved. I do miss nature. I used to spend hours every week walking in ancient woodland when I lived near them, many years ago now. So, my 'resolution' for 2019 is to find an area of woodland not too far from where I live and spend some time there every week. I have conditions though: it's got to be magical, and it's got to be wild; it's got to have that "something" about it that makes you feel like you've stepped into Narnia or Rivendell. Some woods are like that - so old and untouched, they breathe for us. The woods I lived near used to be like that. (And if anyone's wondering which woods these were, they were Pewley Down and The Chantries in Surrey - yes, the setting for Eye of the Storm and where Lawrence Gunvald has his home.) I miss conversing with the devas and soaking in the wilderness, and I'd welcome it back.
All publication dates for 2019 are still on target for now, with Autumn's Fall coming out first on 5th March, and of course, Blanket of Snow will be released more imminently on 7th January. And I'm very much looking forward to writing Fathoms Deep.
Have a wonderful New Year, everyone. And may 2019 bring you unconditional love, and the truth of your heart's desire.