Though I did a recap post on the past 10 years earlier this month, I feel like NYE requires a brief round up of this particular last year, though it was at times highly enjoyable and at times slowly terrifying. According to this blog, as in most years, I published some poems, released a few book projects, made some art. I wrote some things (good and bad). I failed both napowrimo and my 100 rejections project but am totally okay with it. I watched GOT and mulled over the idea of a tattoo. I turned 45 and did not get said tattoo. I fell in love with the lilac bushes in the park and hosted some really great discussions on small presses and strange little girls in popular culture (not in the same panel, but that would be cool). I taught workshops on bookwrecking, paper flowers, and paper quilling. I ate lots of things, including many things covered in raspberry jam (toast, English muffins, frozen waffles.) I, at times, questioned my commitment to sparkle magic. I watched some really good movies whilst high in theatres, including
Midsommar, which informs my current theory on sad bear boys. I went to karaoke, which is one of my love's favorite things, but did not sing. In July, I got a little too drunk on tequila and too little food and may have thrown up, college girl style, in the front yard at my dad's house. I presented at a couple different library conferences (on zines, on curated learning) and won a pretty cool award for creativity in libraries. I finished my 9th full-length manuscript and began sending it out. I published my first piece of creative nonfiction in
The Journal. I had a financial panic episode in September and made the decision to leave the free-flowing drain of the studio if I was going to right the ship. I over-scheduled October and barely made it out alive. I read at the Field Museum and wrote a bunch of poems for it that are very good. I moved out of the studio and then discovered it was probably the best decision I've ever made. (due the fact I can now make chapbooks in my pajamas while watching try-ons & closet organization videos on youtube and this makes me very happy. Also money..I occasionally have it. ) I watched a lot of trashy holiday romances pre-Christmas and received grown up presents like crock-pots and cold brew pitchers, but also tequila liqueurs and witchy oracle cards. I am ringing in the New Year organizing the mess of the new studio set up in my dining room and making pizza--all good things. So peace out, 2019. You were probably more goodness than white knuckles, but only in retrospect. Bring on 2020....
