Don't look now but 2014 is drawing to a close. With the slipping in of a crisp cold comes the inevitable end of another year.
Is it always mixed with hope for the start of a new year, potential excitement over who the new year will show you to be and sadness over what is permanently gone? It is for me, though I must admit I will not be overly sad to see 2014 leave. Since the birth of my child there has been a constant struggle between my love of writing and need to make a living. When one has purposefully avoided a career over the desire to write it can be difficult to simply financially survive. Gone are the days of wonderful sponsors who paid artists to do what they felt they did best. So with the end of 2014 brings more uncertainty but always the desire to write--to be, to do. For you fellow writers, I hope it brings that same determination, and success. Yeah, success. Lots of it.
