… and I’ll blog if I want to.
Which I do. Well… technically, I don’t. I haven’t. As I type this it’s technically the night before and I’ll be scheduling this post, so by the time you read it I might already be at lunch, about to tuck into the best cheesecake in the world…
But more on that another time.
Normally, I hate birthdays. My birthdays, anyway. That’s not to say I haven’t had some fun ones, but they were only fun because of where I was or who I was with, situations that would have been just as fun whether or not they’d happen to have fallen on July 5th. I hate them because, just like New Year’s Eve, they are a reminder that another year has gone past and I haven’t done any of the things I said I would.
Until this year, that is.
This year, I’ve actually done the things. Some of them, anyway. This year, I have kicked major birthday butt.
A year ago today, I woke up in Sunderland. (Although it may sound like it, that is not the beginning of some hedonistic hangover story; I was visiting friends and scouting a university I was supposed to be going to this September.) More importantly, I was working as a receptionist for The Devil, living from coffee to coffee and losing another bit of my blackening soul every day. The only writing I did was advertisements for The Devil’s services – also known as blatant lies – and long, miserable diary entries about how I wanted to kill him with the stapler.
Or the letter opener.
Or the photocopier – the same photocopier he had me call a tech out for so often that the tech stopped answering my calls, and in all likelihood had a voodoo doll of me in his little tech repairman bag.
But back to my point.
Twelve months later, I’m still living from coffee to coffee, but I also:
- Quit working for The Devil
- Wrote a novel – a whole one!
- Started blogging
- ‘Met’ loads of lovely Twitterfolk
- Won a prize in a writing competition (first – and only – time ever)
- Self-published Mousetrapped
- Had a book launch
- Saw Mousetrapped at No. 1 in an obscure Amazon category (blink and you’ll miss it!)
- Got an agent
- Wrote a proposal for Mousetrapped‘s sequel, Backpacked
- Had an idea for a second novel (phew!)
- Started the second novel (only a couple of chapters, but still)
- Saw my novel off on its voyage into the big, bad world. Is that a phone ringing? No? Really? Are you sure? I better check, just in case…
So this birthday isn’t all that bad, really. This year has been a good one and hopefully – fingers, toes, etc. crossed – this coming one will be even better.
I’d even go so far as to say that things are looking good for New Year’s.
Here’s to what will hopefully be a great year of Being 28!