It’s already February, and 2017 has already faded into memory, but I can’t move on with this blog until I’ve to post my annual wrap-up post. I love going back to read ones from previous years. So, better late than never, right?
If you saw my #bestnineof2017 post on Instagram, you’ll already know that 2017 was all about my babies.
Our beautiful baby girl, Aurora Pearl, arrived a month earlier than expected. Her induced delivery and subsequent stay in neonatal caused us much stress and worry, but she’s perfect. She’s still a tiny thing. She’s smiling and cooing and is quite the little diva—she takes after me as a child. I can hardly remember life without our Rory girl; it’s like she’s always been here.
I can’t really get away with calling Noah a baby anymore—he’s very much a toddler. He has an exploding vocabulary, an insatiable appetite, and insane climbing skills. The poor kid has inherited my clumsiness, though. He’s a real handful, I won’t lie, but he’s hilarious and so loving that he’s easy to forgive. I wouldn’t have my baby any other way.
I love being home with my babies all day, but the days can be long and quite often, lonely. This year, however, has been so short—a complete blur of baby snuggles, dirty nappies, and sleep deprivation. It’s been wonderful. All of it.
TIMEKEEPER, the book I started for NaNoWriMo 2016, was my focus all year.
Noah was a year old before I found a writing routine that worked around being a stay-at-home mum. Neil would take over parenting duties on a Saturday, so I could spend several hours at a nearby coffee shop, concentrating solely on my book, instead of squeezing it in between naptimes and housework. I was so productive those afternoons.
My self-imposed deadline extended from August, to September, which was, of course, thwarted by my daughter’s early arrival.
I settled into a new writing routine within a few weeks of becoming a mum of two, but my output was far less as newborns are needy creatures, and my hopes of finishing before the end of the year didn’t pan out.
I have no regrets, though.
Between all the baby-wrangling, I came so close to writing a book in year. SOULBOUND took three-and-a-half years to complete, and I had so much more time. I am so proud of the progress I have made this year. So proud. Perhaps by some people’s standards, it’s nothing—but to me, it’s everything. Proof that I can do whatever I set my mind to.
And that’s making time every day to write with two under two.
Uh, I read so little in 2017. It’s embarrassing. I might have succeeded in prioritising writing time, but I failed majorly on the reading front. Even so, my top three reads for 2018 were:
THE SONG RISING by Samantha Shannon
A TORCH AGAINST THE NIGHT by Sabaa Tahir
THE MIRROR KING by Jodi Meadows