It's the first day of 2013, and I've already written the wrong date on four different things. I wonder how long it'll take me to adjust this year. Usually, I'm good by May. Although every once in a while I'll spit out a random date from the '90's, and wonder how exactly my brain manages to function at all. Usually, these random retro dates make their appearance on something completely unimportant, like a water bill (note: water companies do not like ten-year-old checks).
2012 was a quick year for me--my first full year of writing stuff. To celebrate the completion of my latest MS, I spent much of December reading great YA and writing very little. In fact, the only thing I wrote the entire month were notes, in my journals, on the beach, in Jamaica (go ahead and hate me, I can take it).
I just dug the sandy, wrinkled notebooks out of my beach bag, which I sadly have little use for now in the frozen, snowy tundra of New Jersey. I'm looking at these notes and feeling that feeling--you know, the one where you feel pukey and impatient and shy all at once? Yeah. That's right. Pre-REVISION nerves.
And in two weeks, I'm meeting some of these uh-maaaaazing CPs for the very first time in the flesh. I'm super excited. I hope we click as well in person as we do over the wires. I hope my freakishly loud laugh doesn't scare them away. And I hope we all keep moving forward, creating new things, putting them into the world, and making the most of our time in it. Happy New Year, everyone!