Forgive me, content marketing gurus, for I have sinned. It’s been 23 days since my last blog post. And I can’t promise that this one’s going to be any good, because I’ve just returned my last piece of paid work of the year, and I suspect that my brain has raced ahead and is already hitting the mulled wine despite the admin and blogging I still have to do.
What a year it’s been, eh? Things that happened at the start of the year seem so long ago, yet the whole year seems to have disappeared in the blink of an eye. So, in traditional end-of-year style, let’s have a look back over 2018.
Here are some of the things I did:
Obtained a reputation for swearing, thanks to my very sweary dictionary.
Spoke about swearing at a conference.
Edited over million words. Some of them weren’t even swear words.
Was voluntarily filmed as part of ALLi’s Self-Publishing Advice conferences.
Became an actual author!
Spent too much time on Twitter
And was allowed to witter about that on a blog that wasn’t even my own.
A pretty successful year, all told. There were ups and downs, but there always will be in this freelance life. And there were far more ups than downs this year, business-wise, so that was pretty nice.
Oh, and I forgot the best thing! I have finally uncovered the source of the flickering lights in my house. They’d been driving me mad for months, and my prone-to-catastrophising brain was convinced I was either going to have to rewire the whole house or it was going to blow up. Turns out there was a dodgy USB socket on my desk lamp.
I’m sure there are more wise and insightful things I could say about my year, about things that are much more exciting than a desk lamp. But my brain has now finished the wine and is breaking open the tin of Celebrations, so I think I’m going to down tools and follow it.
Merry Christmas, everyone!