My prediction for 2015? It’s a new fad and I’d give it about a year before the next big thing comes along.
I don’t suppose that I am alone in craving a little normality after the over-indulgence of Christmas and the New Year. It’s great to be at home with the family, as opposed to the office. It’s great to be able to go to bed late, and to rise later than the sun. It’s great not to be dependent on the trains to get where I need to be. It’s also great to be able to say “yes” to that extra little treat. It’s January now though, and the Christmas spirit has evaporated. January is payback time. With any luck, those extra pounds will only be on loan but – unlike money – they are going to be difficult to lose. January and February are cold and miserable and frankly I don’t relish them at all. Still; that’s all the more reason to roll my sleeves up and get stuck in. As things stood just before Christmas, my third novel had reached 25,000 words, none of which were the title. Perhaps I should hold a competition. Now there’s a thought…
Happy new year to everyone. I hope that 2015 brings us all something worth remembering.