Preemptive Retaliation

So I’m nearing the end of a few things. The end of the year is the inevitable one, followed very shortly by the end of my twenties. I’m getting less and less worried about that as it approaches. When I was younger, much younger, I joked that I would be dead by the time I hit thirty. My body would be used up by excess and abuse. So edgy,

I’ve had a good year. Lily has been the definite highlight. Who knew that a tiny fart machine could give me so much joy?

I’m also nearing the end of my book. Again. Finally. My goal form the start of the year was to finish it, polish it and publish it by the time I was thirty. Well that’s not going to happen in its entirety, but I’m almost there. I’ll finish the draft by the end of the year. That’s certain. Then January will be spent giving it a once over. Then I’ll give it to people to read while I start on the next project. And then I redraft, and give it to people again. And, some time next year, I will finally put the thing out there.

Yeah.