Can you believe that it is the year 2010 already. Just say it. Twenty Ten. Two thousand and ten. It still sounds like it should be a Sci-fi movie, rather than our current date.
2009 was an interesting year for me. We participated involuntarily in the wealth redistribution program in South Africa, and I stopped living. I poured myself into work, and holed up in bed for the rest of the time. I didn’t read, I didn’t write. Instead, I consumed vast amounts of chocolate and DVDs. And I stuck my head in the sand like the good ostrich I am.
While we were on our recent holiday (the first in 9 years!) we – my husband and I – realised with shock that we had, in fact, stopped living. And stopped dreaming. Oh, we made plans, but we didn’t dream.
I’ve had a couple of dreams. A couple of things I wanted to achieve for my own personal happiness. Dreams that have been fluttering in my heart since I was a very young girl.
The first of those is to write. To be a writer. To have others read my stories.
This year, being the completely wild sci-fi year that it is, is the year where I will return seriously to my writing. I am not setting insane goals, or anything like that. All I want to is to complete a novel in the near future. One little novel. And by complete I mean finished and ready for submission.
The other dream is to fly. Not grow my own wings, but as close as I can get to it. So this year I will finally start working towards my pilots license. I have collected the costs and as much information as I could find in a day and I have set a goal. I would like to be able to fly myself and my family to the coast by the end of 2011.
I am not going to try and promise myself that I will quit smoking, get a bikini-body by June or anything silly like that. If these things happen naturally, then friggen awesome. But those, dear reader(s), are my dreams for the new