Another success has arrived in the form of a cleaner, more organized house. I wrote about becoming a minimalist a couple of weeks ago, and I'm pleased to report that already my efforts are paying off. Although my family is slightly appalled by the sheer amount of "things" we've donated to Goodwill, and my kids have taken to "hiding" their stuff from me, overall we are feeling more organized by the day. Again, maybe a weird time of year to get rid of the junk drawer, but the results are directly influencing my own personal joy this season.
The final area of my life that is witnessing a small kind of comeback is my writing life. Most weeks it feels like I've wrestled a giant just to find time to transfer the things I've been thinking about during the week into coherent blog posts. I haven't touched my manuscript or other projects since June, and yet lately those invisible friends have come knocking once again. One of the delightfully strange side effects of writing stories is that every once in awhile, like late at night when you're falling asleep or while you're driving, the people in your stories will begin to talk, and the more they talk the more you get to know them, and sooner or later you feel compelled to write the conversations down. So yes, what I'm saying is that after months and months of radio silence, my fictional friends have begun to talk to me again. It's official. I'm hearing voices. And the very possibility of revisiting old projects and launching new ones has me all excited about 2013.
I haven't made it so far as to set down concrete goals, and as a mother of four young children I've learned to be really flexible with the goals I do set, but it feels great to be thinking in the direction of next year. 2013. A fresh start. The possibilities are endless!