So it’s the end of 2019. Not the end of the world. The rest promises to go pretty much as always, ticky boo. Even if ticky boo for some people includes getting crazier. Honestly it doesn’t bode well that 2020 is the year of the rat.
I told my husband I remember being very excited at the end of the 70s. Now part of this is that I got to write a retrospective of the decade for the newspaper, (which no longer exists) because I was interning in the morgue. (Newspaper morgue, where the old issues are kept. It was in the basement, cold, dark, and surrounded by dead news.)
Now we tick over a new decade and I yawn and go “D*mn it, I’ll have to remember to change that 1 to the 2.”
He said it’s because the eighties were the first time we remembered changing decades. And also I had the promise of an exchange student year in America come June, and also, honestly, who didn’t want to get way from the seventies?
He has a point of course. And yes, a lot of it is that I know how this game works. And also that time is going faster every year. (Actually though there’s an argument for it being an effect of the aging brain, there are physicists who think time is in fact accelerating. This theory makes me feel better when I realize next year I’m going to be the age at which Shakespeare died and yet my accomplishments don’t come close. You see, he had the advantage of slower years in which to learn and think. Temporal privilege!)
A lot of it, on the other hand is that the world is not full of possibilities. I’ve chosen my track, and while that has a lot remaining to be explored (next year, indie with both feet!) it’s not like — absent rejuv — I can suddenly take another track and become an aerospace engineer, or a doctor. I hope some day to get a doctorate in classics, but since that’s mostly a “I want to have it, and teaching classics in community college beats being a greeter at Walmart in my seventies.” it might very well never happen.
And I’m okay with that. Sometimes the roads not taken were not worth the toll. Almost any other degree I could take would be as useless in the states as Languages was. And Languages, to be fair was only useless because I don’t ENJOY translating and ran away with the writing circus as soon as I could. It pays less, and was way more stress because of traditional publishing, but I did enjoy the work, until the stress shut me down. (Yes, it’s coming back. It doesn’t look like it from the outside, but it took me almost two years to enjoy writing again. Putting Deep Pink out was a major victory, but now the way looks easier. Hopefully Winter Prince and the first Rhodes mystery out in January. In reverse order, since Rhodes will take less time to finish. And then we’ll see. I warn you I’ll be doing closed pen names. Nothing shameful, I just want to run an experiment to see if rumors of my politics hurt my sales (not the real politics, mind you. The bullshit in wikipedia about SP, for one.))
But you know, the US takes MDs from Syria but not from Portugal, even though Portuguese training is identical with England. Whoever decides that stuff is insane. Or perhaps has an agenda of importing people from certain countries. (Who, they? Biased? Nevah.)
Anyway, this new decade thing: I hope to write a lot. I hope to start teaching, once I’ve established my writing routine, so one doesn’t eat the other. Mostly, I suspect, weekend workshops on specific topics, done via Skype. (We still have a hole in our finances from the flight debacle — yes, I still need to write about it — and the house needs repairs urgently before things get worse.)
I will also — at last, yes — assemble a collection of essays from this blog. First volume to be called Joining The Freedom Gang. It will be released under S. A. Hoyt mostly so it doesn’t go to my author page or show up when you search for fiction.
I was going to have a private sale of those, but tax laws for online sales (I’d have to collect taxes from each of you and KNOW your state’s tax laws) make that impossible. It’s almost like our laws and regulations are designed to hurt the little guy and protect large tech monopolies.
So, anyway, that’s what’s ahead. Also, everything working out both boys will be moving on to fully independent lives next year, which is a major change for us. Not so much to empty nesters, as we’ve been largely alone for a year or so, but to just us, not responsible for others, even if we help them.
It will be interesting.
And who knows, maybe someone will invent rejuv and I’ll get to be a spaceship captain in the next millennium. I don’t want to live forever, but for now the adventure is fun.
If I don’t post tomorrow (we’re going out to dinner with the family and probably staying downtown to watch fireworks) have a happy new year, and may your adventures continue being interesting.