2008 did have some rough spots, both personally and in the world at large. On the other hand, compared to 2007, The Year That Will Live In Infamy, I pretty much strolled through 2008 with choirs of seraphim strewing rose petals and small unmarked bills at my feet. It's all relative. I look back at 2007 and I can't even fathom how much better my life is now.
On the downside, I had dating woes, an unexpectedly mondo tax bill, and a robbery.
On the upside, I sold two books and am in negotiations for the third, my first large-press book came out and did quite well, I got some very good art gigs, Neil Gaiman mentioned me on his blog TWICE*, I acquired the snuggly and delightful Angus, I got a spectacular tattoo and I had a helluva lot of fun.
A good chunk of this can be laid at the feet of you guys. I still don't know how I wound up with all you nutbars out there, but I'm very glad to have you around. You've been supportive, both emotionally and financially, and you put up with my flailing at the keyboard and random explosions of oddity like troopers.
And speaking of oddity...
Perhaps the most significant bit of 2008...there was this weird guy that I met, who, for some unfathomable reason is madly in love with me despite my frequent failure of nouns, sanity, and good sense, and tendency to leave paintbrushes in the bathroom sink. And you know, it would have been an okay year without him, but with him, it was pretty damn wonderful. We've been living together for a couple of months now, we've been dating for most of a year, and I am still stupidly in love and inclined to grin for no particular reason. (We had a cardboard tube swordfight after wrapping presents t'other night. I mean, c'mon.)
So here's to a fantastic year. I know it wasn't as good for some people, and I hope your next one is better. Me, if 2009 is as good to me as 2008, I will be one happy little wombat.
Also, Kevin meets my parents for the first time tomorrow. Pray for him.