I don't know where the time's gone this year - though I probably say that every year. It's been a lovely one writing-wise with quite a few highlights. My first novel finally came out in Germany and seems to be doing well, thank goodness.
I met my lovely agent, Lisa, and she published My Future Husband as an ebook and even threw a little launch party last week in London, which I thoroughly enjoyed and made the most of, though I managed to knock over and smash a glass of wine. And that was before I'd even drunk any.
Short story sales have topped 120, which is nice. I so enjoy writing them, but have had to put them on hold this month to try and finish the draft of my third novel, but I can't wait to get back to them.
My second novel is still out with publishers, and although I haven't heard anything back yet I remain subbornly optimistic. Whatever happens I won't be giving up writing any time soon - I still love it far too much.
Aside from writing I got over my fear of flying, got on a plane and went to Rome and had a wonderful time - so that was a definite highlight.
Yet again, the Interweb has been a source of support, friendship and inspiration - and terrible procrastination, but we won't mention that. Thank you everyone for reading and for being there.
I've finally untangled the fairy lights and got them on the tree, so it only remains for me to say, have a wonderful Christmas and a happy and healthy New Year.
I'm so glad the world didn't end after all.