Apparently, there hasn’t been anything to say in the past, oh, year or so.
You would think that, anyway, considering the stark silence around these parts. 2007 was pretty much the antithesis of shiny happiness for me. I felt like I was Lamaze breathing for an entire year, desperate for a birth but finding nothing more than interminable, sweaty hyperventilation. There was also that little problem of writer’s block, that translated to everything involving the application of words to any sort of tangible existence. Even checks. It’s like my hand went on strike for an entire year, refusing to form symbols that anyone could read.
Now, January has rolled around again. I laugh at the “Good Reads for July” sidebar. I wish it were July, or at least that warm. I’ve been freezing to my very bones, trying to ride out another winter with a semblance of a smile on my face. I have decided that 2008 will be a good year. A year of growth, change, evolution. I’ve already started off on the right foot–I landed a new and better job that started on the 8th of the year. I can now proudly call myself Art Director, which is what I am for a new newspaper here in the City Different. What a long strange trip it’s been, to this point. I’m still teaching, which is something I wasn’t doing last time I posted so, really, it’s new news, isn’t it? But that’s it. No more admissions. No more headless chickening it through my unending workday. Not that this new gig doesn’t have the potential for similar madness–it does. I can see the possibilities, especially as we get closer to deadline with the inaugural issue.
But for now, it’s shiny happy newness. 2008 style.
Bring it on.
