Friday, December 09, 2011

It's Not the Whiskey Talking, I Promise

It's almost the end of the year when folks start looking back at the previous twelve months and collecting items to put into 'best of' lists. I don't do that.

Instead, I'm going to tell you why I'm so happy.

Yep, this is exactly how I feel.
I'M WRITING FAST AND REASONABLY WELL. This isn't necessarily a first for me, but I'm feeling like I actually know what a novel is now. For the last four years, I've been writing short stories and getting better at being a storyteller. This year's novel, I think I've mentioned I'm working on something I began on November 1 for NaNoWriMo, is affirming that I might really know what I'm doing now. I'm beginning to feel like a writer. Not an author, not an honest-to-god storyteller yet, but at least a writer. I'm comfortable calling myself that now.

I'VE MADE SEVERAL VERY GOOD NEW FRIENDS AND HAVE CEMENTED OLDER FRIENDSHIPS, TOO. I feel wealthy in the friend department. At work I'm the top dog of my unit, responsible for making the decisions that can affect sixty or seventy people and outside of work I'm a writer. Both of those positions can allow one to feel lonely and isolated, but I don't in either post. I have excellent support groups on both sides and they might even cross over a little as some of my writer friends are in the same community that I work in and we all have different takes on the same issues. I feel like I belong to something bigger than just me but my opinions in both cases matter as much as they can, at work and with my writer's group. I have more friends now than I ever have. That's a nice feeling.

MUSIC IS INTERESTING AGAIN. When I was growing up, music was 90% of my life. I played in band at school, had a rock band just out of high school and for most of my 20s and I worked in a record store in my early 30s. When my son was born I kind of let music go, rediscovered some stuff about five years ago and then only in the last year have I taken the time to listen to things both familiar and new. I'd forgotten how much music meant to me and to have it back is really, really important. Music is life. Music makes the merry go round.

(Yes, I've been drinking. So what? This isn't a drunk dial of a blog post. Noooooo, that would have been much more entertaining. )

FINALLY, BOOKS MATTER MORE THAN EVER, TOO.  I have rekindled my love of reading again and I'm extraordinarily wealthy when it comes to books. I'm so wealthy that I've given away some of my books and I don't miss them. I've got a considerable list to read through that I suspect will never really dwindle, and I love to spend time researching things that I may never need except maybe in a conversational situation. I'm immersed in reading several NaNo manuscripts (plus one that was written this summer by a good friend that I cannot wait to get in front of me) as well as stuff by Jonathan Lethem, China Mieville, Lester Dent and even Stephen King. I'll never have enough time to read, but that means I'll never lack for a good book to pick up, either.


In the comments, share the reasons why you're happy. We can all benefit from knowing.

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