18 Dec 2008, Posted by Cat in News, 26 Comments. Tagged life

are we there yet?

You know those dreams you have where you’re trying to escape and you’re running as fast as you can but you’re trapped in slow motion and your arms and legs feel weighted down like you’re running underwater, or perhaps preserved in liquid amber like some sort of luckless prehistoric beetle? This is what 2008 has felt like to me most of the way through. This year I wrote more, wrote better, worked harder, tried harder, organised my thoughts, my work spaces, my routines, researched more, drank less, put some serious effort into improving my listening skills, watched my diet, helped a bunch of other people with their projects, threw in the towel with the small press publishing thing, got back in touch with about a million old friends and performed a fuckload of exercise. But you know what? The novel still isn’t finished, I only managed to get 4 short stories published, the 6x novella isn’t finished either, my memory still isn’t big enough to contain all the stuff I need to know and somehow a couple of extra kilos I thought I’d gotten rid of have managed to sneak their way back onto my arse since my encounter with Llyn’s home made rocky road at the picnic last Sunday…

AND I’m reliably informed that we have to wait till freakin MAY till the new Star Trek movie gets released, and JUNE for the next piece in the Terminator saga.

Fuckers.

Bleh. I give up. I am so over 2008. Chances of me not hitting the bottle when I get home from work tonight = 0