2014 has arrived in all its glory, thunder and lightning joining in with the New Year fireworks as the clock struck midnight. I'm trying not to see it as some kind of demonic omen.
Instead, I have decided that 2014 is going to be a good year.
Regular readers of this blog - or just people who know me well - will probably be aware that optimism isn't usually my style, but this is more of a decision than a wish, so I figure I'm not straying too far from the norm.
(You can all breathe sighs of relief: I haven't been kidnapped and replaced by an alien clone.)
Some, but not all, of my good-year-decision inevitably revolves around my writing (as, indeed, does a hefty proportion of my life). I've got myself a nice new shiny 'Don't Break the Chain' poster (left) downloaded from the wonders of the internets (link here). I'm all set to crack on.
So maybe I'll finish my first draft of book 3 this year (sounds doable - I'm currently on chapter 7).
And I'll write to agents, pitching my book with the kind of verve and vivacity I've not yet managed to accomplish.
And maybe, just maybe, if my good-year-decision is strong enough, I'll get picked.
I'm terrified. Naturally.
I'd say keep your fingers crossed but that sounds too much like a wish, and I've no time for such nonsense, thank you very much.
2014. Bring it on.