I don’t do resolutions. I never keep them, and I’m not very good at self-flagellation.

Last year ended with a trip to Cornwall, dropping my phone in the ocean, and helping a friend butcher and skin a rabbit. Which… sort of sums up the year? It was a very transitional year, in which I got tired to standing still and threw myself into things for better or worse. And my reward was falling in love! And a promotion at work, come to think of it. However, it didn’t leave a lot of time for writing.

This year has begun with a large roast dinner (not the rabbit, though I’m angling to be in on that one too!), two adaptations of Sherlock Holmes, and in the coming weeks a holiday to Venice and moving in with said person I’ve fallen in love with. Now I’ve shaken off the inertia it looks like things are going to change bigger and faster and more often. It’s all very exciting.

One problem with the inertia was the number of half finished manuscripts I’ve collected over 2011. A contemporary romance that requires serious editing. A steampunk romance halfway through mutating from a short story to a novella. The roughest of first drafts of a science fiction romance (that will hopefully become a rather smoother second draft shortly). So while I may decry resolutions, I do have a goal or two: I’m hoping all this change will change the statuses of these manuscripts, from drafts into complete.

Some things never change: paddling in the Atlantic Ocean in December, shortly after dropping my phone in the same

Oh, going back to the phone thing: I shall be slightly less easy to get hold of on twitter, tumblr and facebook until the end of January, when I shall get a new one.  So nothing really changes, I guess 🙂