As in “coming up for air”, not as in “putting a new surface on”.

I’m still alive, and I’ve even managed to start some new things! This is of course to make up for all of the things from last year that I never finished. All three hundred and twenty-seven of them.

I’ve decided that my only goal for 2012 is to keep writing and to avoid being killed in traffic, since I’m seriously bad at doing anything else.

The holidays were… Odd. Not bad, just kind of weird. I’m annoyed with myself for not managing to finish my naga-boys story. Maybe next year.

I hope everyone else had happy and delightful holidays, and that your new year is full of good things.

…and now I’m going back to hibernating until this cold snap goes away. Or spring, whichever comes first.

Well, that was cool.

Just paid for part of my registration for GRL with money I earned from my writing. A seriously awesome feeling, and it counteracts the OMGPANIC! that Small Mind is trying to drown me with — after all, now I have to GO, and interact, and be social and stuff. With people I don’t know.

It will be fine, I know this. I was just as nervous about going to Sakura-Con the first time, and I had a great time, after all. A bunch of writers and a bunch of readers who love them, what could be more fun?

Plus, I’m going with my best friend, who told me in no uncertain terms that it didn’t matter how old I am, I am not allowed to go to NOLA by myself. There’s all sorts of wonderful things to see, too, and the food is probably going to be worth the price of the flight alone, so.

All that’s left is the saving…

So I just finished booking my room for the Gay Rom Lit retreat. I’ll get registered tomorrow, and then all I have to do is put away the money.

I would have signed up as an author, except that I hadn’t made up my tiny little mind before the author’s registration closed — so much for me.

I have to admit that I’m both a bit excited and a bit trepidatious about the whole thing. On the one hand, I’ve always wanted to go to NOLA; on the other, the idea of meeting–and attempting to interact with–real official Authors makes me wibbly. Never mind the fact that I too am a real official Author.

Home again, home again.

Or at least in Seattle for a while. I wish I still lived here, permanently, and maybe it will happen. For the moment, though, I'm content to be here for as long as I can. 

(One of the more amusing/sad parts of being here? The number of restaurants at which I am looking forward to eating. And while that doesn't end with a preposition, it does appear to end with a split infinitive, which is almost worse. Funnier, though.)

Okay, time to find some local lunch and get on with my day.