There was some question as to whether or not the world would actually make it to 2013, and it would appear the answer is, yes. It's here. I saw the ball drop myself. Well, not in person. I watched the annual Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve and saw the televised dropping of the ball in New York. I can only assume it was a live telecast and not something pre-recorded. But what do I know? The world might have ended while I was out sick with the flu.
Then again, the neighbors were shooting off fireworks, the kids went to a party, and texts from all over hit my phone in the minutes after midnight, so I guess the world is still spinning, and I'm officially a year older.
I have great plans for 2013, since the lack of a new Mayan calendar has left us wide open with a wealth of possibilities. For one, my book comes out in early spring, so that alone will keep me busy in the coming weeks. Next, I have another book in the works, and if I can keep the momentum rolling, I have a few projects planned for after that. With any luck, 2013 won't just be the year of the snake, but the year of the writer, too.
That is if I can ever get rid of this damn flu bug!
Until the next time...I'll be dosing myself with vitamin C.