As we edge ever closer to the end of 2016, I decided to take some time to sit down and reflect on the past 12 months. I wasn’t going to, originally. I thought, “what on earth can I contribute that won’t have been said a million times over already? What have I got to add that won’t be an horrific cliché?” But then, I decided to shrug away the negative side of my brain.
2016. “What a horrendous year!” they say, “So many deaths! So much political discourse! Good riddance – roll on 2017!” I used to love New Year, until I realised that time is just an illusion, and bears no real meaning in the grand scheme of things. Maybe this is why as a human race, we’re obsessed with ascribing meaning to it, to make it matter. As much I resist, I still can’t help but feel a lightness at the end of the year, the feeling that it all starts over once again. Tomorrow is just another day, the clocks may be changing, but nothing will really change. But there’s something refreshing about ‘starting over’, even if it’s not really starting over, just continuing on.
Hello, my darlings, I have missed you. Yes, you. And you. But especially you, *winks*
I’m here to regale you of my tales since my last post, because let me tell you, I’ve been busy. Mainly busy sleeping, as of late, because November as a month was MAD, and December in general is also mad, so it’s taken a lot out of me.
Firstly, let’s get it out of the way – I wrote 35,127 words towards my novel in November! I know it’s not the 50,000 I needed to qualify as a NaNoWriMo winner, but in my eyes I still won. Because 1) I’ve beaten my personal best in my history with NaNo (I usually tap out at 20,000 words, if that), and 2) look at all of these word I have to play with when it comes to editing down the line!
I have risen from my figurative grave to let you know that yes, I am indeed alive. I took a little impromptu blogging break without meaning to, for many different reasons which I won’t get into right now, but I will tell you this: I was, and have been feeling, like my blog had been getting a bit stale lately.
Last week, I joined my first #SassyBloggers Twitter chat (sponsored by Coconut-Lane.com), to talk all about Blog Planning. While I am a stickler for organisation, I have to be honest, I don’t really do much in the way of organising when it comes to my blog. Other than scheduling promotional tweets throughout the day, I’m a bit of a #lazyblogger.
I got to chatting with two girls in particular, Katie and Jess, as we bonded over our mutual rubbishness when it comes to blog planning. None of us keep to a regular schedule, and the idea of daily blogging was nothing but a pipe dream. Except, why should it be just a distant, intangible thing? It didn’t take us long before we encouraged each other to take up a daily blogging project, as we thought if we did it at the same time, we’d be able to provide motivation and be each other’s cheerleaders. Thus, #LazyBlogging was born.
Today, on the 23rd July, I turn 23. It’s my Golden Birthday, which is when someone turns the age of their birth day. So apparently the rest of the year is supposed to be lucky for me, or something? That’s pretty cool, although I already consider myself pretty lucky.