Music:bruno mars: marry you. i don't even LIKE bruno mars.
Don't let the door hit you on the way out.
I can't say as I'm sorry to see the back of 2012. It's been a tiring and stressful year. I've probably written as much as I usually do--in the region of 300K words--but at least 80K of it got thrown out completely and seems like a waste. I still wrote 3 books, mind you, but somehow it seems like squat all. I totally dropped the ball on the last two months of blogging at Magical Words, which is embarrassing. I lost control of my beloved mizkit domain, and haven't yet got it back up after friends rescued it for me. I gained twenty pounds. I have had worse years, certainly, but I am not sad to see this one go.
On the more uplifting side, a book I'm very, very proud of came out, I delivered my Kickstarter project to its patrons and everybody seemed to like it, I read almost 70 books, and I have a wonderful family.
My only resolution for 2013 is to stop doing so goddamned much all the goddamned time. Unfortunately, Fred says we're like sharks and if we stop we die. I hope he's wrong.
I'm going to go have some ice cream and go to bed. Happy New Year, everybody. May the best of this year be the worst of next, and all that.