Another year. I have been thinking over the last few days that I might struggle to fill this slot. But as it turns out, I needn't have worried. As it turns out to have been another busy year.
For starters, I ran my first half marathon, around Bath, for CoppaFeel! (I enjoyed it so much, I'm doing it again, in March.) I ran my second, in October, around a bloody freezing Greenwich, with a gammy leg and all.
I was anthologised, twice; first in Adventures in Form, and then in Lung Jazz.
I was also fortunate to have poems published at Dog Ear, Verbatim Poetry, Poems in Which, And Other Poems, The Great British Bard Off, and other places I have no doubt forgotten.
I did some stuff for the Brautigan Book Club, which was ace:
And I told you about Penny Secrets yesterday.
On the prose side of things, I had a short story published by the lovely folks at Bad Dollar.
I also won a short story competition courtesy of the lovely folks of And Other Stories.
During my sabbatical, I wrote 17,000 words of something that might see the light of day at some point.
And I also built Tower Bridge again.
There were trips to New York and Paris
A Room for London
and the BT Tower.
And towards the end of the year, I bagged a bronze DMA award.
Which obviously meant it was a ripe time to move on to pastures new.
Which I'll tell you about tomorrow.