- My first-ever professional credit. And, if I don't mind saying so myself, it was a doozy. (Shouldn't that be deusey, by the way? Eh, no matter.)
- My second-ever professional credit. Demolition. Bad-ass. Enough said.
- Making the Spinetingler Award shortlist. There aren't words for the freak-out that set off.
- Landing my dream agent. That someone as charming and talented as Jennifer believes in my book is humbling and thrilling in equal measure. That's the sort of thing a writer lives for. Again, words fail.
I've always felt a bit of an outsider (in school, in work, in life), but this year I've encountered dozens of folks whose generosity of spirit is matched only by their talent. It's a strange thing, to find one's tribe, but a good strange. I wish them all the best in the coming year, and extend my thanks as well. I'm constantly amazed how supportive this community can be, and you can be damn sure I'm not about to take that for granted.
So happy new year, and goodbye to a hell of a last one. God only knows what's in store, but one thing's for sure: we're in for a hell of a ride.
(And yes, Sandra, I absolutely count my impending Spinetingler debut as a milestone; it'll be first on next year's list...)