You've got to love the start of a new year. What other time has the potential to make you feel simultaneously so optimistic and so crap about yourself?
Usually, when another 1 January rolls around, I start beating myself up over the fact that I appear to have achieved precisely zero since the last one. But today, I find myself in the unique position of being unable to do that. Because actually, 2014 was pretty damn good. 2014 was the year in which I fulfilled an ambition I've had my whole life, and sold a book to a major fantasy publisher.
That's amazing. And I'm grateful, and humble, and still suspicious that the whole thing is a mistake.
Still, for the very first time, I'm standing at the beginning of a new year and looking ahead with nothing but excitement. (Well, dizzying terror, too … but let's call it excitement.) Because 2015 is the year my début novel comes out. And I know it's going to be hard work, and sometimes frustrating, and I'm almost certain not to get enough sleep. I know there will be times when I get bad reviews, or am disappointed by sales figures, or (worst of all) go to the cupboard and find no snacks. But all the same …
Anyway, a very Happy New Year to you all. May 2015 bring you everything you hope for. And remember … if you haven't yet achieved your dearest dream, that just means it's still ahead of you.