. . . but it almost is.
There’s a word for that, isn’t there?
Never much liked that word, really. Despite the promise of one more after the current one, it still sounds so very final to me. As though this is the end, forever and ever.
Which it isn’t. Because next Sunday I will have my last blog post for 2017, and even that won’t be my last.
Yes, I’m afraid you will be having to put up with me every Sunday in 2018 too.
Although it is traditional to look back on the year gone by on New Year’s Eve, I’m going to indulge myself in that particular tradition tonight, on Christmas Eve.
It’s been a year of mixed fortunes really.
As many of you will know I have had issues with water leaking into my cellar. This a converted cellar, used as a room and where I sit down to write. As you can imagine this hasn’t been easy, but what has made it worse has been Severn Trent’s utter lack of empathy and even willingness to investigate the problem. We have had to battle every step of the way, (since the beginning of the year!) whilst Severn Trent consistently denied any responsibility for the problem. Well the issue of the leak is now fixed (and yes it was their responsibility) and now we are entering into the next stage of the battle: Who is going to pay for the repairs to the tanking system which was breached by the amount of water pressure it had to deal with, and who is going to pay for replacement carpets and redecorating?
(Hint: According to Severn Trent, not them.)
Our local community in Stourbridge was hit hard by the brutal murder of a mother and son. Something like this sends shockwaves through your life, even though we didn’t know them personally (although my eldest was in the same form at school as Pierce).
Even more personally distressing was the loss of a good friend from cancer on September 29th. Her absence from our lives has been devastating for many people, but especially her husband and daughter. I think about Wendy pretty much every day, and I should imagine I will be doing so for some time to come.
On a more positive note, 2017 saw the publication of Joe Coffin Season Three, my short story Speaking in Tongues, and the second edition of Caxton Tempest at the End of the World, plus another My Weekly novel, Woman of Mystery. I also continued my work with the adult creative writing workshops I run with author Kerry Hadley-Pryce, was invited to become the lead writer for the Kidderminster Spark Young Writers’ group and set up an after school creative writing club for years 5 and 6 at Greenfield Primary School. On top of that I now co-host the Waterstones Open Mic event every month and I had my first ever speaking engagement, at the Soroptimist Annual Literary Dinner.
It’s been a busy year.
So what’s in store for 2018?
You know what, you’ll have to come back next Sunday on New Year’s Eve to find that out.
But the way I see it right now, 2018 is looking busier than 2017!
I’m going to finish here, and wish you all a warm, lovely, peaceful and very merry Christmas. Be kind to each other, and let’s enjoy the giving over the receiving.