current music: “Slow it Down” by the Lumineers
current mood: contemplative
(Skipping right past the fact that I haven’t blogged here in months. Refusing to feel guilt about it. Yes. Good.)
Am I becoming an optimist in my ripening age? Or is life just really this good? Because 2011 came and went, and I thought that was a pretty good year. 2012 was even better. 2013 was, by far, the best year of my life. (Don’t break the pattern, 2014!)
Maybe I’m just getting better at Doing Life.
Anyhoo, I wanted to break down the year with the stereotypical list of favorites. Onward, ho!
The Dream Thieves by Maggie Stiefvater. I read this in one day, somehow ending up on my front porch at midnight for the final chapters, wrapped in a quilt since it was freezing. Cannot gush enough about this book (bonus highlight: having it signed and speaking to Maggie Herself at my local indie bookstore).
The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman. This terrified me and made me sob. I walked around in a haze after closing it.
Eleanor and Park and Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell. Both were completely delightful books to read. Just sheer joy.
Splintered by A.G. Howard. This is a book that eighth-grade Lindsay would have killed to read: Alice in Wonderland gone psycho-garden with skateboarding boys and semi-evil, moth-encrusted charmers.
Throne of Glass and Crown of Midnight by Sarah J. Mass. These books gave me massive Book Hangover. You know, where you try to read something else, but you’re not ready to leave the previous books’ worlds behind? I think Celeana Sardothien is my spirit animal.
“Ways to Go” by Grouplove
“Hannah Hunt” by Vampire Weekend
“The Lightning Strike” by Snow Patrol
“Pompeii” by Bastille
“Radioactive” by Imagine Dragons
June: the Scottish Festival (where my daughter Finley showed up a group of pre-teen boys with her caber-tossing skills)
September: the annual Park City Library Labor Day Used book sale, where I came home with (cough, cough*) many books
*that’s specific enough*
May: seeing Vampire Weekend in concert with my siblings and cousins (basically a flood of white people in khakis head-bobbing: best of times!)
August: Finley’s first day of preschool (sigh/swoon)
And, of course, the best moment of 2013 was my querying experience (which I still haven’t written about at length, but will soon!) and signing with my agent, Sarah Davies of the Greenhouse Literary Agency.
The shifting of one year to the next always makes me a bit melancholy. This is unfortunate, since melancholy and grateful make for poor bedfellows. But I truly am so grateful for the year 2013. It was the best year of my life so far.
And guess what? 14 is my lucky number!
I have high expectations for the upcoming year.
HOPES AND DREAMS FOR 2014:
experience the publishing submission process (hint, hint: sell my book!)
run a race (I’m a distance girl, not a sprinter, so I may get brave enough to sign up for a half marathon in April)
write more books
make those books shine
get better at chess (stop judging, I really am that nerdy)
And I think there’s definitely room in my life to do something crazy in 2014. Get that tattoo sleeve I’ve always wanted! Travel! Kiss a stranger!
Here’s to 2014!