A hard winter
Towards the end of November and pretty much all of December I have suffered with one cold or another. As my buddy Steve Parker said to me, ‘You’ve had a hard winter’. Quite right, mate. I’m knackered.
I think I seriously need to toughen up next year (not a resolution as such, more of a necessity). I’ve got a half marathon in March and my training has been pretty non-existent for a few weeks. I’m hoping I’ll retain a fair bit of fitness but I can feel the slow creep of fatigue threatening my chances of a good time (sub-1 hour, 40 minutes).
So, yeah, a hard winter. It’s been hard for other reasons too. Work stress has been up there on the toughness agenda. With the possibility of me taking on a bigger job come 2013, as well as the numerous writing projects I was charged with. Had a good year, this year, I think. I had ‘Feat of Iron’ out in the Primarchs; also The Great Betrayal, my first Time of Legends novel; and Tome of Fire, a collection of Salamander short stories; in audios, I finished Perfection and also Doomseeker. Written but not yet seen is Scorched Earth, my second limited edition Horus Heresy novella. I’m currently working on Vulkan Lives, which is a big project, my biggest to date, but beyond that I cannot say.
Toughest of all, though, was losing my grandad. I’m not one to air my personal feelings (especially about family) online as it were, but I want to express how much I will miss him, his wisdom, his guidance and his support. I loved him dearly, and although he had a good, rich life, a noble and honourable life, it is hard at this time of year especially, not to think of all the things I won’t get to tell him. Rest in peace, grandad. You’ve had the last of your hard winters, just warm summer days now.