It's that time of year where people recount the last twelve months, everyone on social media is using a new app to see their most liked pictures/posts, and readers and bloggers post their favorite books of 2015.
And for the first time in a long time I didn't publish a book the entire year. Don't get me wrong, I was writing. I poured my heart and soul into BEDMATES which will be out next year. I outlined other projects, but I also did something different. I took my time. I took my time writing. I spent time crafting a book that I'm proud of and can't wait to share. I took my time while hanging out with my family, cuddling, and playing with my daughter and husband. There have been adventures in crafting and reading.I did things just for me. And I'm so much happier and healthier for that time.
In a world where some authors put out twelve to twenty books a year, I didn't put out a single title. Instead I just wrote. And wrote, and wrote, and wrote. There were times where I thought that I might get lost in the sea of authors and new books, that I might end up forgotten, and decided that it didn't matter. It was scary but liberating. I wanted to write books in my own time, write books that I love.
And I'm doing just that.
(You'll be happy to know though, that I do have books coming in 2016.)
In the coming year, remember to take time for yourself, to take your time with those people you love, and don't forget that you are important and deserve to be happy.
I wish you all the happiest of New Years.