End Of The Line?

And so we have reached the end of another year. Highlights from the past twelve months are being compiled everywhere you look and there is a sense of expectation for what we hope will occur in the next twelve months.

It is now almost three years since I made my first faltering remarks on this blog and after nearly one-hundred-and-fifty Sundays I’m starting to wonder if this might be the beginning of the end. Perhaps I ought instead to consider this a sabbatical of sorts. Daft as it sounds I cannot quite imagine not writing on here, it has become such a regular fixture of my week.

This blog has been a personal success and admittedly also a selfish experience. Crafting these bits and pieces of stories has given me a great deal of pleasure, but has probably been less of a delight for the unfortunate souls who may have stumbled accidentally upon my haphazard creations.

Over the past three years I have written more consistently than I had in any of the years previously. Now, however, I feel like attempting the next challenge – writing that novella. I did not consider when I set myself this goal back in November that ending my blog might be a consequence.

After some thought, however, I came to realise that the quality of any writing I would produce in the next twelve months would probably deteriorate. I don’t know if I have any readers, or if I’m only talking to myself, but still I don’t want to waste anyone’s time by posting rubbish week on week.

For the next twelve months, therefore, I shall be working at that novella. Hopefully this year’s resolution will be as much fun to complete as the one I made here three years ago. If you have, at any point, taken the trouble to read my meagre scribbles then you deserve a hearty thank you. If I did bribe you with cake to read this blog, then I shall probably be providing similar edible incentives to read draft chapters in the coming year.

But, for now at least, I shall bid you adieu.