After a night of fun and frolic - do we call it that? Is there no modern euphemism for just plain stomping around the local village drinking and singing? - I'm back again to welcome my readers to the brand spanking new year, 2012.
Today I don't have much to say except the fireworks display in London was out of this world. I saw it on TV at our friends' house party, but I think sometimes seeing it on TV allows you to see more of it. You could almost smell the gunpowder.
So today is going to be a restful day. Champagne seems to turn my brain into a hypersensitive animal that doesn't like me, or anything else. I think loads of coffee will help. And no sudden movements. And keeping light to a minimum.
On a happier note, I am armed with the 2012 Writer's Market - thanks to my better half and his Christmas gift-giving genius. Reputable literary agents of the world, look forward to my query letter sometime soon!
Hope all y'all had fun last night, and enjoy your Sunday.