And it was awesome.
We drank, laughed and danced.
The latter is, worryingly, becoming a tad too recurrent for my liking in recent months.
What can I say; I’ve got no rhythm.
When initially planned, the trip was a solitary affair. I am quite content with my own company; possibly to the extent that, if left unchecked, I’d collapse into full reclusive status.
And I’m sure, had things progressed as planned, I’ve had enjoyed my time away.
But I’ve no doubt it wouldn’t have been half the fun.
Not even a quarter.
And I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have got my photo with a Stormtrooper.
When I reflect on 2012, I think of it was a foundation year; setting me up for 2013 and beyond.
I quit my job and moved into the field I’d always intended, working in an editorial department, learning the ropes with some amazing professionals, who inspire me every day to work harder and, simply, be better than I currently am.
I wrote a lot – oodles of drafts – polished several projects – but didn’t submit as many as I wanted.
I froze up when it came time to pull the trigger.
In 2013 that will not happen.
I’m blessed to be friends with several writers and artists, all of whom are at various rungs of their professional careers. Their successes motivate me to continue on this path and put in the hard yard that are necessary to get anywhere. These guys are incredibly talented, but they haven’t rested on their laurels. They have worked damned hard – and I need to do the same.
I must do the same.
In 2013 my mindset must be: No Fear.
In all walks of life.
I am too comfortable in the shadows. Too content to wallow in my own self-doubt. Everybody has lulls. But perhaps up until now I’ve been too comfortable with simply latching onto it and using it as an excuse.
I want 2013 to end as it began.
With the drinks, laughter and dancing, sure. That’s a given.
I want to end it happy. In the company of those dearest to me.
And with several thousand words out there, circulating.
It’s all down to me.