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The Last Entry...

...for 2006!

Since I have no internet at home (I'll get to paying the bill, one day), today will be the last post for the year.

What has 2006 meant for me? 2006 was to me, the Year of Writing. This year, for the first time in my life, I took my writing very seriously. For the past 5 years or so, my New Year's resolutions had always included one where I resolved to write The Novel. Though I have yet to fulfil that promise, I have at least made huge strides in my writing.

This year, I wrote 9 short stories, submitted 6 of them to 11 publications, and have had 2 of them accepted for publication (one of them is included in a book being launched tomorrow). Compare that to the previous years... all I had written were some story outlines for the games company I work for... and that's it. They were pretty lame outlines too, come to think of it.

I joined a writing class, which gave me the confidence to actually keep writing (thanks, Sharon!) and I started a blog about books and writing. Both venues allowed me to meet and know other local writers and editors (here and abroad) who give me wonderful morale support for my writing.

I'd like to think that my writing has improved too. My first stories were terrible, now they're less terrible. And my characters don't drone on and on like they used to.

Oh, and I had two book reviews published in The Star.

All in all, it's been a pretty good year, writing-wise.

Resolutions for 2007:
  1. Get that novel done
  2. Get short stories published abroad
Happy New Year everyone!

Comments

  1. Good on you, Ted. I need to get another book written too, to shorten the length of time in-between books.

    Happy New Year.

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  2. Dear Ted, this is so great! So this is in place of the Book Project 3? I'm sure it will be a hit. Just found out about this today, so sorry I can't be there. Have a few complications from my surgery - like a really huge abscess and now a saliva leak from the wound :) But do tell me when your next book reading is, okay? I will hopefully recover enough to be there.

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  3. u left before i could get u to sign my book :(

    yays for good story publications!

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  4. Lurker here :) Anyway, I don't know if you know this already, but Duotrope's Digest (www.duotrope.com) has a pretty comprehensive database of publications abroad (in the US mostly). I thought you might find it helpful if you are looking to publish overseas.

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  5. Lydia: Thanks. Happy new year to you too! Good luck with that book. Fiction this time or Non-fic as usual?

    Xeus: Yup, Write Out Loud replaces BP3... and I'm guessing BP4 will be called WOL2? *shrug shrug* Hope you get well soon... those complications sound scary! Not sure when I'll have another book reading but I'll be sure to invite you along.

    Jolin: Alamak... sorry! I'll sign when there's another WOL event kays? It was great meeting ya at the launch!

    Eliza: Thanks Eliza! Happy New Year! I think I'll mostly be posting my reviews on my blog from now on... Star works too slow for an impatient me :D

    Jen: That is an EXCELLENT link! Thank you very much! *bookmarks*

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