A BANG

That is what I would have liked my 2012 to open with: a bang.

A loud one. Bang! A research proposal approved. Bang! Won a holiday to Hong Kong. (Why Hong Kong, anyway? But it's another story). Bang! Woke up with delicate, creamy skin, or a completely new set of brains, anything, perhaps even a booker's prize. Yeah, I can be immodest that way.

But no. Not a bang, no nothing. I can barely remember the first day of 2012. It was a Sunday, of course, and I remember watching fireworks until the night before from the window of my old bedroom. I remember how on Saturday the renovation of the bathroom in our house was finally done. But I don't remember anything particular about, I'd say it again, the first day of 2012.

It was with heavy heart I went through the whole year-end holiday. A colleague has purposefully postponed acknowledging my students' final project proposals, and things like this always cause me to lose sleep.

She did not want to sign the proposals, my students said, because "the proposals are muddy." I stayed up all night thinking of muddy waters, re-reading the proposals they wrote under my supervision, recognizing blurry sentences here and there. But muddy? Muddy, I thought to myself, was an evil word. Still I stayed up many nights trying to save the proposals from false accusations.

Anyhow.

I am happy to report that I managed to buy The New Yorker's short-story anthology to devour. For a long time I thought I was able to write short-stories, but read mainly novels. And like last year, I promised myself that this year I would really, really write short stories.

Deep inside I know that chances are, I won't write those stories. Out of the many resolutions I made last year (writing fictions included), the one I got around to do was getting a pap-smear. Which was not that bad an achievement, actually.

If I managed to write those stories, then at the end of the year I'd say, the year ends with a bang.

So here it is for all to see (okay, I understand that only 2 persons at most read this blog, but still), I shall make the time to write my fiction, and although the year started eerily quiet, it shall end with a bang.