Another year has come and gone. 2016: not so great. Do I have hopes for 2017? Yes, actually, I do although I’m aware that it could turn out to be even worse. But being the eternal optimist: 2017 will hopefully bring reason and empathy back to the planet.
I’m still not over the too early deaths of so many favourite actors, singers, musicians, writers.
Politics, do I even want to mention politics? Not really.
Personal? Not much change, except for my failed attempts at dieting. I still live in chaos, which shows on my waistline. Giving it another go in 2017. I know I can do it. I hope…
The SO, the cat, the dog, are all doing well.
Writing? Except for the last two weeks when work became too much, I wrote for the Friday Fictioneers every Wednesday. For most of the year I’ve been struggling with my Science Fiction wanna-be novel, but I didn’t set it far enough into the future, by the looks of it. I was writing about a somewhat-dystopian society that is fighting a totalitarian state and trying to maintain knowledge and how to live well without bringing the stone age back. My totalitarian regime starts around 2050 and is run by artificial intelligence. There are walls built and elites pampered. Everyone else either obeys or disappears. Drones kill people. — Uhm. I’m letting it simmer for the time being. In the meantime I’m editing a fantasy story I wrote for NaNoWriMo this November. That is still fun even though I’m about to fall into the same trap that always catches me: one thing leads to another and I get drowned in my own back story. Apart from that I’m having my usual ups and downs between ‘I can do that’ and ‘I suck so much at writing, I should delete all my files and go knit socks instead….’ Never mind, I can do both. Hah.
And in that sense, I wish you all a happy, healthy, successful and peaceful 2017.