a day for reflection, or something

These two posts say something of what I was trying to say about my solstice stories, a couple of days ago. Really they are flash fiction, I just call them something different. (And it is like a keystone, and all of those other things.)

Via the Odfellowdiscussion group: Atlas of the Universe. We are very small, the universe is very large. Happy new year (Earth-relative).

Doubtless leaving out many important and/or generally noteworthy events, here are some things that happened since I last switched out my calendar:
- got into college, decided where to go
- took five International Baccalaureate exams
- started reading slush for Ideomancer
- graduated high school
- received the IB Diploma
- turned eighteen
- wrote the rough draft of a novel and started another
- wrote some short stories
- acted in a theater piece for the first time in years
- survived my first semester of college (moving away from my parents and halfway across the country in the process)
- between two short stories and a poem, acquired 15 rejection letters (and sold nothing, but that's life)
- made a bunch of new friends, realized how many old friends I still have; the answer is "a lot"

...well. That'll do for twelve months, I think.

I, for one, welcome our new 2010 calendar pages.