This is likely my last post before the end of the year as we say goodbye to the rascally rabbit that is 2018.
2018 has been, for me, largely a year of uncertainty and fear, an extreme creative drought, a lot of personal drama, but a few good memories. I’ve done a lot of soul-searching over the holiday season, figuring out what I want to make of the year ahead as a writer and as a person in general.
That means a reflection on the last ten years and merging the best of my time from college and grad school.
Coming out of my shell was the only truly good thing from my time in grad school. I’ve met some fantastic writers who are wonderful friends to this day, and I’ve met some real assholes. I’ve had to learn lessons on my own about submitting and publishing (we never had a publications course).
But I also wasn’t as inspired as I was in college when all the insane ideas bubbling up in high school started to congeal, and I had friends of a different caliber; not better or worse, just different. I suppose thinking about my ten-year reunion in October has me thinking about friends I missed after so many years.
The bottom line is that, reflecting on the last few years of alcohol abuse, cleaning up, and the constant anxiety that followed without the bottle, I want 2019 to be a year of fun and relaxation.