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How are you celebrating New Year's Eve? I'm off to a party that was arranged a couple of weeks ago where it was decided a fun theme would be 'national dress' - oh why!?! Cue stereotypes...

Well, I have some clogs, so I'll be Holland. They are Moshulu clogs, red with flowers on... in other words, my actual shoes. And N has a kilt so can be Scotland. Hope he wears pants this time... my mate's grandad nearly passed out last time he wore the kilt out in public in a light breeze.

He doesn't quite have the hat, though. He has a tam o'shanter made of astroturf with a golf flag and ball stuck to it. Makes it very specifically St Andrews. Mmm...

English national dress is a little harder to identify. There are different groups around trying to assert saxon clothing, or morris dancer garb, or the costumes of pearly kings and queens as examples off the English National Dress, but overall there's no consensus. I can't think it's because we are too regionalistic. I wonder if it's just that we generally have a poor grasp of our folk heritage? It's a shame, I think.

Today's motto is eat, drink, and be careful, for tomorrow we have to run round the park a bit.

We've been eating up the pies, cheese and pastries to make way for tomorrow's healthier choices. Dinner last night was duck - a fatty meat, but very tasty. Except I nearly broke a tooth on a bit of stray shot... be careful of that sort of thing if eating game. It can be cheap, but emergency dental work can make it a false economy.

Last wantonly frivolous outing of the year was a trip to the cinema to see The Hobbit - a second time for N, who went to see it whilst very drunk on Christmas Eve, and subsequently paid extra to sleep through half the 3D version. What am I going to do with him? i know it's had some iffy reviews, but I really liked it. Perhaps my enthusiasm may have been buoyed by the on-screen presence of Aidan Turner. N tried to point out that this does not make Tolkien dwarves sexy; it's just a sexy man playing a dwarf. I don't know. I am quite worried by me. I mean, I only ever really liked James McEvoy when he was playing Mr Tumnus the faun. And I only really like Orlando Bloom as Legolas (mind, I think everyone agrees that elves are meant to be sexy).

A bit of make do and mend was required as my jeans needed sewing before I was fit to venture out. Yay - I did something practical!

I've got a storytelling gig this week, so I'm planning the final outing of the Royal witches for a bit, and will hopefully be able to fit the trip into my January mini-goals.

Sealed Pot Sunday: it's not January yet, but I've chosen to travel by bus not train, and not buy a diet magazine, saving £10. Every little helps.
No-spend days: Aiming for at least 4 per week. 5 or 6 if possible.
Fitness: climb stairs every day, 150 minutes moderate exercise, building up.
Food: Budget £80. WW F&H.
Work: Sort out invoices for month, tidy office, complete reviews, begin magazine work, CV people.
Reading list: Ben Aaronovith, Rivers of London (reading) in queue: Russell Kane/Neil Gaiman/Paul Cornell/Caitlin Moran.
Cons: Book Eastercon and World Fantasycon. Hotels will have to wait.
Wedding: Choose honeymoon, pay for venue (with N)
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I hope everyone had a great Christmas.

I had a splendid time with N, his brother, Emma and N’s nieces. N cooked the main meal, with roast poussin and veal wellington, chestnut stuffing and roast veggies. I took care of the pudding at a workshop ages ago and N flambéed it to perfection. The food was excellent, but yes too much was bought and too much eaten. Yum, yum, yum! Burp…

There have been one or two regrettable big spends too (sigh, ‘tis the nature of Christmas…), but worth it for N to have a proper family Christmas, just the way he wanted it to be.

My best present was a pair of walking boots, which I have already tried out on a 6-mile hike across the swamplands and mud-baths of Northampton. I’ve also had some books and DVDs that I really wanted. Finally – Big Train is mine!

What have I achieved in 2012?

I’ve got through some tough times. My mom’s death has been pretty raw, and at my worst points all I’ve wanted to do was run away – from everything. But I stayed. I toughed it out. Sometimes I’ve been difficult to live with. Sometimes I’ve felt like an observer of my own life, like I was watching everything through a glass, all disconnected. Sometimes, I’ve taken things more personally than I perhaps should. But, emerging from the other side now, I know that all this is normal. A few months ago I said I could never be happy again… but every so often I catch myself looking and feeling pretty happy. The cloud is still inside, but it’s okay.

I’ve had some pretty good performances. That little five minutes in front of the SFX Weekender audience felt special. The Christmas show at Woburn Sands Library was cool. Being the talking bird in Arabian Nights was great too. I also wrote and performed my own poetical play, Waking the Witch.

I’m proud of the exhibition I put on at the museum, and our opening event was great, with Anne-Marie Sandos walking round telling witch stories in character. I don’t think I’ve yet managed to achieve making Northampton a popular spook-loving tourist destination, but it could happen!

I learned to kayak.

I’ve also had a novel published this year… although I only wrote a very small part of it. I’ll try to make the next one really worth crowing about -- personally.

I managed 9 months without shopping in supermarkets. Unfortunately, I’ve lost N’s support with this just before Christmas, so the full challenge has had to stop. We sourced some great food at the Good Food Show, but we needed extra for Christmas and were not happy with our meat suppliers. Also, as N is in training he was concerned about some of the nutritional quality of the meat he was eating. So we are now going to do a shop between once and twice a month at Waitrose, the most ethical supermarket, and will continue getting veggies from the market, cat food from the pet shop and bread from the bakers. Pros - shopping won’t be restricted to Saturdays; we can get free-range; we can get fresh fish. Cons - way too tempting to shop off-list and overspend.

But now, I look ahead to 2013. These are my goals:

Do more: writing, reading for pleasure, reading for work, growing things, making things, fitness activities, saving.

Do less: TV-watching, reading for displeasure, organising shows, spending. Something’s gotta give.

Big stuff: A couple of major things are happening mid-year. One of them is MY WEDDING.

Yes, 2013 is going to be expensive. Love the thought of getting married, but don’t see the point of crippling ourselves, or losing life-choice flexibility by being tied to big loans. But N hates things looking cheap. He fears a big ‘that’ll do’ bomb exploding in his face one day, and of course I tell him it won’t, but... I’m going to be looking for lots of advice, I think...
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On the 7th October, it was the first anniversary of my mom’s death. I’d decided a while ago that I didn’t want to spend the day in tearful reflection. So, I somewhat spontaneously and uncharacteristically booked tickets to see Serj Tankian. I have a couple of System of a Down albums, but am woefully unknowledgeable about his solo stuff. Still, the one or two songs I did know, I liked. So that was what we planned to do.
Standing in the ornate but bijou O2 Academy with the crowds beginning to press us back into the wall of the bar – me with the muscles on my entire right-hand side torn (sporting injury*); Neil with a throbbing knee (sporting injury... don’t try sport, it’s not healthy**) – we were beginning to think we’d not been terribly sensible. Overpriced cider already in my hand, I couldn’t take any painkillers – or afford more cider. All the other concert goers ‘our age’ had bought seats. What were we doing? At one point, I thought Neil was being overly cuddly and leaning on me a bit heavily… only later I learned he’d actually briefly passed out from pain.

Serj was - and I don’t overstate - amazing, and the support bands Viza and Hollywood Awesome Project were all really good too. I felt like I’d had a wonderful evening of rock discovery and despite the pain, was glad I’d made the decision to try; celebrate; get out there. Just for that one day.

But, then there’s every other day to be enjoyed and lived… but with that sharpened sense of the finite nature of things.

New Year’s Resolutions aren’t any good. I think perhaps you should not be making declarations of denial on feast days. But on those days when you notice the slice getting smaller, the candle burning lower – and diminishing in number and luminosity on your cake (there’s the irony) – then denial has no place. You should take. You should take and share and enjoy. Don’t leave a crumb unused. It's kind to no one.

I'm too young to be this morbid.

Anyway, I asked myself, have I been making the most of the opportunities that have been coming my way? I've been very busy, but no... I've lacked a little something in the last year or so, perhaps. However, I've been revitalised and inspired.

I began with a plan: I'm getting married next year, which is going to be a huge project by itself, but beyond that time I wanted the wedding to also mark a change, for me to move from one sphere into another. More realistically, it's going to take longer than 10 months to achieve this, but I'm starting to see some things coming together. I can see a way out of debt. I can see me actually being able to afford to get married. I can see me being able to afford to stay hale and hearty. I can see me inspiring and encouraging my partner... I can't see it being easy for both of us. But we have to try.

One of my recent sources of inspiration is http://www.sft101blogspot.com who just paid off her mortgage years early and now owns her dream cottage outright. I don't think I can do quite what she does, but she gives great tips... plus she has reminded me I like reading Joanne Harris books, so I've got a library copy of The Lollipop Shoes for the journey home.

Lots of good stuff happening. I should update more often, but gotta dash.
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Another Spaced quote there for all the Daisy Steiners among us.

And in a very DS way, I had the brilliant idea of spring cleaning the office today. So now I have a nice, pleasant, clean and tidy environment in which to erm... procrastinate?

No, I shall be writing. A lot.

I did find yesterday's workshop on Social Media quite inspirational, as it happens. The conclusion of the workshop was more or less 'get interesting and niche ideas by making sure you cull the dull from your Twitter feed' but there were some tangents I picked up on that got me thinking and planning. I am feeling all entrepreneurial - it's a very weird feeling.

At least I no longer feel like I want to become a hermit. I have sorted things out so I can pay my bills now at least and now that I am feeling less maudlin, N and I have been looking at wedding things again and are thinking about what we might be able to do. We still want to get married next year on 29th Feb, but even the reduced-down budget is beyond our means as it stands. Thinking caps on. Wish us luck!

In the coming year, I'm also going to be working on two long-length projects. One is a tragi-comic novel with a big dollop of 90s nostalgia, and the other is non-fiction. I'll do more of a hard sell on those when they're finished, don't worry!

I'm also going to be changing my website in the next couple of months. At the moment it's shared between Neil and myself, but he does have his own site, so I'm going to have one just for me, I think. Watch that space!

Oh, and I promise I'm going to start cheering up. Eastercon is next weekend and the votes are coming in thick and fast. Deadline tomorrow...

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