There in the blink of an eye goes 2018.
Let’s not even mention the fact we’ve only one more year left until another decade is over. Far out, where does time go? In regards to writing, after such a big 2017, this year has been a little quieter. I’ve been hampered by time restraints and also wanting to make sure I’m producing quality as well. Which brings me to the next point – after posting to this site every month for five years, I’m going to take a bit of a break moving into 2019. Not too sure at this stage when the next post will be, but when there’s something to say, you’ll hear me. I want to ensure the people who read my posts are getting quality, and at the moment I don’t have a lot to say. Needless to say I am still writing, and there will be new content in the future – when though? No idea.
The plan is to run my free book promotions for Tenebrae Manor and The Will of the Wisp from time to time, and should take this moment to remind you of A Boy Named Art which is also available on Amazon. So if you’re in the hunt for a good Christmas present, do check out my books!
Once more I read a stack of books this year, once more some good, some not so good, some SO good that make it to the metaphorical favourites shelf to be revisited for years to come.
- My Name is Red (Orhan Pamuk) – a dreamy fable set in ancient Istanbul; part art history, part murder mystery. A long book but well worth the read.
- Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance (Robert M. Pirsig) – a quasi-biography/self-help novel that weaved many great life tips with a heartwarming father-son holiday.
- The Hollow Men (T.S. Eliot) – A bleak and evocative poem that still haunts me; Eliot’s poetry is unparalleled.
- Waiting for Godot (Samuel Beckett) – some call this play boring. Those people are so wrong. This is a wonderfully funny work that I absolutely adore. Never has a story about nothing proven so interesting.
- Nightwood (Djuna Barnes) – dense, poetic prose; a melancholic tone; characters troubled by their flaws – Nightwood is a masterpiece. Read it read it read it. I implore you.
All said and done 2018 has been a pretty good one for me – I turned 30 and got rather introspective about life, etc. I welcomed a new nephew into the family, and got to enjoy the wonders of watching a my crazy little toddler son grow bigger every day (he’s just turned 2…. bloody hell that went quick). And for those that have read this far, surprise – he’s got a sibling on the way.
Merry Christmas to you. Happy new year. You’ll hear from me again soon. After all, eternity is a frightfully long time to spend alone!