Hello, lovely peeps, Doris here.
I hope you all had a lovely festive season, whether you celebrate Christmas or not. For myself, I took some time out from all things writing related, and that included social media (the odd obligatory pic of cute kids and kittens notwithstanding) to concentrate on my family.
Much needed, not least because, to not put too fine a point on it I felt like poo warmed up. I can’t recall a Christmas where I felt this ill. Not only was and am I still recovering from my car accident, I caught hubby’s man flu…
Kinda serves me right, really, because I was taking the piss out of hubby, when he got it because he was dying, of course. Well, time to eat some humble pie, because it might only be a cold, but jeez, louise, it’s a humdinger of a heavy head cold, which combined with my meds for my whiplash just about wiped me out.
Thankfully, our grown up kids had all clubbed together to take us out on Christmas Eve, so I didn’t have to cook. First time ever in my adult life, that I’ve gone out without any makeup on.
Hubby and me in our oh so fetching Christmas jumpers. Somehow I made it through that meal and crashed the minute we got home. *sighs*
Still, onwards and upwards, which brings me nicely to today’s post’s topic as it’s the last one on here from me this year. How mad is that?
Mind you, I don’t think I’ve ever been gladder to see the end of a year than of 2016. It certainly has been one thing after the other for us a family, and the world as a whole, it seems.
2017 has got to be better, right?
So… New Years Resolutions? Do you make them? Do you stick to them?
I don’t on the whole, other than to keep on writing. I usually aim to get a book out a month. I had twelve releases last year, so I just about managed it. Let’s hope I manage it this year.
So, whatever your hopes and dreams are for 2017, I hope they come true, and I wish you all a very happy and healthy new year.
Do stay naughty, folks.