The Obligatory New Year's Post

Because really, it is obligatory to say something about the fact that the calendar is one year older. So I'm 24 hours early. Sue me.

Being a senior is weird. I never thought I would be ready to leave, and yet here I am. I've done my time, finished my applications, and now I just want to know where I'm going to be next year. I'm almost positive it won't be North Carolina. Half of me hopes it will be California.

I don't want to spend holidays next year at home, or at least right now I don't, without the benefit of an entire semester of eating cafeteria food and listening to someone else snoring. Once I'm gone, I'm gone. I think I tend to be more sentimental about leaving than about having left. Of course, though, I say this once again without the benefit of extended time away, but I think I'll be fine at college.

Weird how thinking about the past leads inexorably to the future.

I think I like who I am this year. More, at least, than I have in the past. I'm starting to figure out which parts are mine and which parts are what I think other people want to see, and to be a little better at defending the parts that are mine. I still apologize for some of my musical choices. We're working on that.


My resolution for next year:

Do all the world building necessary to write a novel. ALL the world building. Geography, magic, theology, societies, and characters.

And stop apologizing for being me.