It's my birthday tomorrow. 21 again!
In celebration of this fact, I shall be spending the day either lounging on the sofa listening to some CDs I've just bought - pure nostalgia, various greatest hits from REM/Suede/The Police/Texas/The Smiths - or floating about coffee shops with my writing notebook, which is currently packed with indecipherable scribbles towards my newest sequence. A "wild" version of Gawain, no less!
During the last year:
I was Warwick Poet Laureate.
I published no fewer than THREE books of poetry.
I launched a new online arts magazine, Horizon Review, with myself at the helm as editor.
I began my BA course at Warwick and have managed not to drop out yet or have a nervous breakdown.
During 2009, what will I do?
Carry on with Horizon, heading swiftly towards its second issue. Continue writing poetry (see above). Perhaps find a literary agent for my teen novel which is still enthusiastically doing the rounds. No time for sleep, no time to slow down. Not dead yet, thank goodness, though I would never discount that as a possibility - hence my precipitous pace of life.
So, potentially another bumper year ahead. I feel it in my water. Or my bones. Or somewhere, anyway. As you read this, wish me many happy returns.