After a great deal of struggle in the beginning, for me, personally, it settled into what feels like my thousandth "rebuilding year" in a row...if I were a team they'd make me move by now. But I did handle some stuff. I wrote 150,000 words this year, cleaned out my bookshelves, and got through a whole year without a financial foul-up(After previously deciding that about one a year was probably inevitable.) So, at least there was some actual rebuilding. The whole 'seeking rejection" thing was a mixed bag. Don't know how anybody learns anything from the computer-generated happy-talk that I usually get back from these things...if you love me and my work so much, say yes once in a while! But they no longer feel like an assault upon my person so I guess that helped,

I'd say handling stuff, writing bunches, and not having any disasters would count as a good year. Well done!

One time, I want to know what a great one feels like, though. Although, for a lot of reasons, it's okay it's not this one.

I wrote 150,000 words this year

Strangely enough, keeping count was one of the hardest things, so maybe I was actually slightly short. But I am giving it to myself anyway because there are that few times that I set a goal and kept it, as a grown person.(Kind of wishing the feelings that powered my pen/keyboard weren't quite so heavy, but maybe it helped me manage. Still, it wouldn't hurt to have a few thoughts on joy next year.)

erika, that is super impressive.

I'm not even sure I have the words for this year.

Right there with you. And I’m not exactly looking forward to the holidays for a number of reasons.

Thanks. Was prepared to have it be a worthy goal that I didn't quite reach, so it was good, either way.

This year wasn't so bad except that work is A LOT, and my dog died on Saturday night.

So from my current perspective, it kinda sucks.

nothing hurts like missing a furry friend.

Oh no, Consuela, I'm so sorry.