31 Dec 2010, Posted by Cat in News, 12 Comments. Tagged nye

NYE

It’s late afternoon of New Year’s Eve and already I’m drinking shandy. For the non-Australians who may be reading this, shandy is a hideous girl drink: half beer, half lemonade. Any fair dinkum Aussie bloke caught quaffing it would be routinely kicked to death by passers by.

Got down 3,000 words yesterday. Only 1,500 today plus a swag of Cosmos rejections. Cleaned the house in preparation for our annual dinner with  and  . The four of us just can’t be arsed battling the drunken crowds so we usually spend it couch bound with a couple of DVDs. Yeah, we have turned into boring old people now that you mention it.

Three funerals aside, 2010 was harsh, but fair in most respects. Spent most of it slaving over a hot keyboard and I expect next year to bring more of the same. I reckon I’ve hit the sweet spot with my prose. Now all I gotta do is keep at it. I’m looking forward to my week away with FWOR. Yes, that’s pronounced FWWWOOORRRR!!!, like a yobbo oggling a shiela’s bum. It stands for Fantasy Writers on Retreat. This time round we’re off to a house in Oberon called STONEHEDGE. I’ve packed my druid robes and beard, a barrel of mead and a truckload of kooky amulets. Plus the ping pong bats and balls, of course. It’s time for the annual rematch with my arch nemesis Russell Kirkpatrick, known to many as a mild mannered New Zealand fantasy author, but to me he’s the guy whose champion ping pong days are numbered…

My goals for the year? Knock off two books. Start a third. A couple of sekrit projects. Less drinking, more thinking. The usual playlist.

Have a fabulous New Year’s Eve, everybody, wherever you may be.