The snow has rained away and the wind is howling through our valley. Upstairs a fire is silently burning low, while I sit downstairs, in a chilly kids room, coffee cup empty but bare feet still warm under the blanket, watching over my sleeping son and thinking about 2017.
Despite throwing up throughout the pregnancy, and the next five months offering up very little sleep, I have managed to get my book accepted for publishing, and done most of the revision on it, written some short stories, and had my first paid writing assignments.
And even though I have felt so so tired and mostly uninspired, I have enjoyed the small writing spaces I have managed to create. I cannot for-see more time freeing up in the coming year, but I am reassured that 2018 will have room for more writing. And most importantly, my book Djevelhogget, will be published this autumn! Just writing it makes my stomach tingle.
So cheers to 2017, a year of change and perseverance, and welcome 2018.