Review of the year
Dec. 31st, 2007 01:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
avevale_intelligencerWith some trepidation...
In many ways this was a bad year, but only in the ways in which they're all bad. The Countess's health continues to decline, and there continues to be nothing anyone can do about it, including me. She has unbelievable pain in spasms and a continual dull ache underneath it all, and she can no longer walk any distance at all without at least severe discomfort. I appear to have a combination of depression and chronic fatigue syndrome. We've neither of us gone to work all year, and finally gave in and took voluntary early release from the job that was going to evaporate this coming March anyway, so we're currently unemployed and have nothing in prospect at the moment, though this is going to change, for me at least. And the agent I sent sample chapters of our work to in February gave me a vague assurance in May and has said nothing since, so presumably he thought I was joking. Thanks, JJ.
In other ways, it's been a goodish year, in that I had money, and I spent quite a lot of it. I cleared the debts that have been hanging over us since we moved here, got the house re-windowed and porched, and bought some new furniture (which turned out to be crap, so that's to be sorted, but it was nice for a while). I was able to help some friends, which is a nice change from being the one needing help. And I bought stuff. Of course, now I have to slam the brakes on hard, but it was nice to be able to make up for years of looking at things and thinking "oh well." I have music, and books, and DVDs, and audio books, some I've been leching after for a long time, and I don't regret a single purchase. Except for the furniture, of course. And the bills got paid without me having to go to a place I hate and do a job that was driving me mad, which was good.
I no longer dream of being a published writer. I'd like the Countess to be, because I think she deserves it, but I don't feel there's much point in my trying to write something I don't enjoy in the hope that it will meet the standards of some stranger. If I write what I like, people I like seem to like it, and that will simply have to do.
2008 will be the year I plunge back into the exciting world of the day job, and hopefully make up for the excesses of 2007. I'll finish my NaNoWriHoLoIFuWeTa thing, and maybe write some more with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
soren_nyrond, if he'll have me. I'll continue to participate in the Ubisoft forum with other friends, and there will be another year of Uru Live, hopefully. And I will continue to do my best to make Jan's time as not-uncomfortable as I can. Maybe there'll even be music.
Happy New Year and hugs to all my friends and family. May it be everything you would wish for, and more of the good stuff as well. And thank you all for being there.
In many ways this was a bad year, but only in the ways in which they're all bad. The Countess's health continues to decline, and there continues to be nothing anyone can do about it, including me. She has unbelievable pain in spasms and a continual dull ache underneath it all, and she can no longer walk any distance at all without at least severe discomfort. I appear to have a combination of depression and chronic fatigue syndrome. We've neither of us gone to work all year, and finally gave in and took voluntary early release from the job that was going to evaporate this coming March anyway, so we're currently unemployed and have nothing in prospect at the moment, though this is going to change, for me at least. And the agent I sent sample chapters of our work to in February gave me a vague assurance in May and has said nothing since, so presumably he thought I was joking. Thanks, JJ.
In other ways, it's been a goodish year, in that I had money, and I spent quite a lot of it. I cleared the debts that have been hanging over us since we moved here, got the house re-windowed and porched, and bought some new furniture (which turned out to be crap, so that's to be sorted, but it was nice for a while). I was able to help some friends, which is a nice change from being the one needing help. And I bought stuff. Of course, now I have to slam the brakes on hard, but it was nice to be able to make up for years of looking at things and thinking "oh well." I have music, and books, and DVDs, and audio books, some I've been leching after for a long time, and I don't regret a single purchase. Except for the furniture, of course. And the bills got paid without me having to go to a place I hate and do a job that was driving me mad, which was good.
I no longer dream of being a published writer. I'd like the Countess to be, because I think she deserves it, but I don't feel there's much point in my trying to write something I don't enjoy in the hope that it will meet the standards of some stranger. If I write what I like, people I like seem to like it, and that will simply have to do.
2008 will be the year I plunge back into the exciting world of the day job, and hopefully make up for the excesses of 2007. I'll finish my NaNoWriHoLoIFuWeTa thing, and maybe write some more with
soren_nyrond, if he'll have me. I'll continue to participate in the Ubisoft forum with other friends, and there will be another year of Uru Live, hopefully. And I will continue to do my best to make Jan's time as not-uncomfortable as I can. Maybe there'll even be music.Happy New Year and hugs to all my friends and family. May it be everything you would wish for, and more of the good stuff as well. And thank you all for being there.
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Date: 2008-01-03 11:28 pm (UTC)I will politely hassle. I'm always a bit scared in this area: I picked up this idea from reading around the subject that if a writer asks once too often what's happening there's a bang and flash and he finds himself alone on the cold hill's side and can never go back no more. But I do understand being snowed under.
"When next we meet"--ah, that magical phrase...