by Lucy Felthouse
I don't talk about personal stuff online, really, so I'm sorry for being vague when I say the second half of 2014 was really tough for me. On a positive note, I got through it and came out the other side, and now, the only way is up.
But, the crappy few months had a knock on effect. I managed (somehow!) to keep on top of all my client work, my editing, etc, but my writing output went waaaaay down. My time was less, and because of all the stress and worry, my inclination wasn't there, either. So, when I did my round up post for 2014 on my own website, where I tot up my achievements, publications, etc, my total word count for the year compared to 2013 was much lower.
I'd expected it, of course. Yes, I was disappointed, but I certainly didn't beat myself up. How could I? I had a damn good reason for not writing as much. Plus, somehow, I actually ended up with more publications in 2014 than 2013! (32 vs 30, if you're interested). I also bagged my very first writing award - a Golden Ankh for my erotic short story, A Taste of Rome.
So, while 2014 wasn't a complete loss, it could have been better. And I intend to make sure 2015 is lots, lots better. And how am I going to do that?