January: Goodbyes are a total crap idea in general, and I’d rather have no part in them.
February: This year has been so much more full, that it makes it seem as though more time has been compressed into the same number of days.
March: So we ate, we danced, I proposed, she shrieked and cried and finally said yes, then cried some more, said some very funny things, and then we resumed dancing.
April: I’m getting married in exactly one year.
May: I finally watched An Inconvenient Truth this evening. You should watch this movie.
June: As she moves that elbow, even the tiniest little bit, it starts again - surprised and hurt and confused, like she can’t understand what she’s doing wrong - and my heart, people, it is breaking, breaking, and broken.
July: Your religion (or, more broadly, your faith) is like your car.
August: Been too tired to blog, but I finished the Triathlon.
September: I found my dogs!
October: So let’s say you’re folding your laundry, naked.
November: As Kate mentions here, the most recent anthology from Wicked Words finally hit the US shelves this week, and reviewers have been very friendly to the story we had in the book.
December: I have a literary agent.