Page 2, Chapter 1, of the 365 page book that will be 2014

Let me start by wishing everyone a belated Happy New Year. The name of the year is beyond futuristic now, it’s simply not a valid name at all.

As I glanced back over the past twelve months, I wouldn’t have said it’d been the most memorable year. In fact I would describe it as a bit of a blahh year. The macaroni cheese of main courses or the tapioca of deserts. But if I look a little closer and really recall the good things that happened then I can only describe it as a fantastic year.

After all I had two books published. Now that doesn’t happen everyday. Okay so they are not best sellers (yet) but I’m working on it. I also spent a week in my beloved Spain, and a fortnight in Cyprus, which is a place completely new to me. I remember staring at the warm ocean with the sun glistening off the surface and knew I’d be able to recall that image when ever I needed a lift. And it works, too.

Also, I started running this year. Okay, so I’m no marathon runner, but on a good day I can just about wheeze and splutter my way around 5k.

In September my husband treated me to the most wonderful day out for my (ahem) milestone birthday, with lunch on the 40th floor of the Heron Tower gazing down upon the sun-drenched city of London, followed by a stroll along the Thames and coffee on the riverbank. Bliss.

In fact I started dating again– my husband that is 🙂 We decided that as we have such busy lives, that one night a week we should go out for a drink on our own. Much as we adore our kids, we always look forward to that particular evening each week.

And finally I ended the year marking 30 years of a very strong friendship with my best friend. I am now sporting a brand new tattoo (never too old eh).

So before you glance back and think what a blahh year you had, recall the good things, I bet there were a few 🙂

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So this is what the future looks like…

Happy New Year

After a week of (very) heavy celebrating, Christmas is over and the new year has quickly crept up on us. It’s (almost) time to finish that crate of wine/beer/chocolate, and embrace the new beginning, giving us a fresh outlook to life. I always love new year. I love the air of optimism it brings, giving hope for a year filled with promise.

Once again the year sounds like something from a 1950’s sci/fi novel, and I half expect to gaze out of my window upon a world filled with robots and flying cars. But alas, it is not to be. I still need to cook my own dinner and brew my own tea.

I have a good feeling about this year though. I have very recently adopted ‘thirteen’ as my lucky number and here are the reasons why; My husband was born on the thirteenth, my son’s birthday is the thirteenth of the third, and the publication date I have been given for my first novel is the thirteenth of the third thirteen. So, I feel quite a pattern emerging.

Of course I have made a few resolutions. My writing resolutions mirror last years, the only difference is that ‘A Darker Blood’ is contracted and ‘Katya’ has been submitted, so fingers crossed on that one. ‘Blood Moon’ will be my project for this year. And it is going to be awesome (if I do say so myself).

My other resolutions, a bit corny I’m afraid, are to stay true to myself, to not let others lead my feelings and emotions, and to only surround myself with people who genuinely care about me. I admit that I am too soft for my own good sometimes, and take things to heart far too easily. I vow to toughen up this year. It’s going to be hard, but I think it’s essential before I enter the world of a published author.

Anyway, here’s to a very happy new year, one where dreams are realised and hope can fill our hearts.

And let’s all raise a glass to the lucky Number 13.