Another Year Over, A New One Just Begun
I've tried a couple of times to write some kind of end-of-year blog post, but either have been distracted by shiny objects or else just sighed in frustration before flipping over to Facebook to post some silly one-liner.
2009 was, for me, a transition year. At the end of 2008, I had just ended a nearly-twenty-year career in the retail and retail support sector. At the start of 2010, I'm at the beginning of what may become a career in financial services. In 2008, I was still building my reputation as a Trek writer; in 2010, I find myself as a critically acclaimed Trek novelist (yeah, okay, the "critical acclaim" is from the internet, but it's not like the NY Times is going to touch Trek with a ten-foot pole), and looking forward to continuing with the new editorial regime at the publisher. 2009 was like that moment between gear shifts after the one is disengaged, but before the next one catches. Except that it was 365 days of listening to the engine rev impotently and thinking, "Oh, shit, please god, don't tell me the fucking transmission is shot."
Really, the best thing I can say about 2009 is that it ended in such a way that I can be somewhat optimistic about 2010. And that, years from now, the only thing I'll actually remember is that it was the year my first novel was published, and that my first nephew was born.
So... here's looking forward to selective amnesia!
2009 was, for me, a transition year. At the end of 2008, I had just ended a nearly-twenty-year career in the retail and retail support sector. At the start of 2010, I'm at the beginning of what may become a career in financial services. In 2008, I was still building my reputation as a Trek writer; in 2010, I find myself as a critically acclaimed Trek novelist (yeah, okay, the "critical acclaim" is from the internet, but it's not like the NY Times is going to touch Trek with a ten-foot pole), and looking forward to continuing with the new editorial regime at the publisher. 2009 was like that moment between gear shifts after the one is disengaged, but before the next one catches. Except that it was 365 days of listening to the engine rev impotently and thinking, "Oh, shit, please god, don't tell me the fucking transmission is shot."
Really, the best thing I can say about 2009 is that it ended in such a way that I can be somewhat optimistic about 2010. And that, years from now, the only thing I'll actually remember is that it was the year my first novel was published, and that my first nephew was born.
So... here's looking forward to selective amnesia!