2016 sucked ass, plain and simple.
Yes, a few good things happened like me finishing my first draft, my brother getting married and friends having babies, but other than that, it sucked gargantuan, nasty donkey balls.
Some things happened in the public eye, like he-who-isn’t-worth-my-breath being elected to run our nation and way more beloved celebrities being taken than should have been allowed by the Universe. There was hatred, terror attacks, and election year that belonged in the circus or on the cover of a satire magazine rather than on the front pages and news channels.
Some things also happened in my private life, and those who know about it know about it, and those who don’t, don’t. Life happens, and you deal with it as it comes at you. Some times you do really well and feel like an adult afterwards, and sometimes no matter how hard you try, shit just doesn’t go your way and you say, “Fuck it, I don’t have time for drama.”
So now what? 2017 should be better, right? RIGHT?
We can only hope. The political situation in our nation is terrifying at best, but there’s nothing we can do about it now. My wish for 2017 is that those in power stop being whiny toddlers and cease their stupid twitter tirades about nonsense, and begin acting like the elected officials they are. Look at the big picture in front of you and run our own country (and not into the ground, mind you), not help other people better their own nations for your personal gain. (I’m looking at you, Cheeto.) Let’s hope that 2017 is kind to the people we love, and not just the celebrities that hold special places in our hearts. Let’s hope that the world becomes a safer place for everyone, and that people learn to be more tolerant of others. Just because someone doesn’t belong to your religion or you don’t happen to agree with their lifestyles doesn’t give you the right to wage war, both physical and psychological, on them. In plain terms, don’t be a dick this year.
As for little old me, I’m confident 2017 will see my first novel published. I’m halfway done with my complete edit, and when that’s finished I’ll implement my changes and send it both my trusted editor and my husband. When those come back, I’ll make the necessary additions once more and craft a final manuscript. Then comes the query letters, the waiting and more than likely, the rejection letters. But, there’s gotta be an agent out there somewhere that’ll like what I’ve created and want to publish it.
I’m not going to let last year’s awfulness stand in the way of what could be a great new year. Yes, there are a lot of things impending in 2017 that are scary, uncertain and downright terrifying to a lot of people, me included. But at the end of the day, all we can do is carry on.
Here’s to 2017.