The year is almost over, and this funk I’ve been in, this fog, is finally lifting. It’s almost incomprehensible that 2017 is taking its final breath and tomorrow will be the first day of another new year. I guess I will wake tomorrow with the usual worries that affect us all – family, health, love, money, yada yada – but I am going to try to not let those little things send me spiralling into a depression abyss of no return.
I think for the whole 2017 has been a bit of a shit-storm but I’ve already lost friends this year for voicing my opinion over various subjects so instead, I shall reflect on the year of that was and its effect on me personally.
I have met some wonderful new people (and a few nutters) this past year and, thanks to my high school reunion (which I did not attend as I happen to live 14,351km away, although was Facetimed into – and yet somehow still found myself spending an extraordinary amount of time gossiping about so and so in the toilets!), I also got to reconnect with people that I hadn’t spoken to since I unceremoniously left those not so hallowed halls many moons ago.
January was spent with Daughter in London where along with a butt-load of bacon being consumed I got to catch up with one of my dearest friends (I have been told I can no longer say ‘oldest friend’). A special shout out to her for putting up with me through my tears (I was still recuperating from my knee surgery and a bit of a Negative Nelly during my visit), but it was wonderful to spend time with her and her family again. I also travelled to my happy place, aka Australia, in June and spent desperately needed time with my family and friends there. There was another quick trip to Bali where a lot of silliness ensued and I finished off my travels this year with a thumping good concert in Germany.
On the writing front, I know I have been slack with my blogging and thank you all for regularly reminding me to get back to work but my general slackness was for a very good reason and that reason is *drumroll* I have finally completed the first draft of my novel (truth be told its probably my 20th draft but it is done either way). I have sent it off to a few publishers but all that rejection is quite disheartening and it certainly taps into my already dark funk, however, I did get a little realistic feedback from a few of them which has bolstered my resolve to see my book one day get published. Right now, it is being Beta-read (a new concept to me) for detailed feedback on plot, characters, clarity and pacing. Shall I tell you the name? Okay. Here goes. “Salep and Ginger”. Yes, it is set in Turkey. Yes, it is a romance and yes, it is kind of sexy, in fact, one editor suggested to me that perhaps there was a little too much sex (although no neckties were injured in the writing of this novel). Anyway, that’s all I can say for now. The whole thing is nerve-wracking, but the end result means I might get to publish my book. Imagine that? Me? A published author! But I don’t want to get ahead of myself just yet. Chill Janey!
This year also gave me the opportunity to visit places in Mersin that I hadn’t visited before. A few highlights were visiting tiny villages in the Toros Mountains, exploring the monastery in Müt, peeing my pants in Kozan (maybe that wasn’t such a highlight) and even a visit to the ruins in Uzuncaburç (which I will get around to writing) as well as repeated trips to Kiz Kalesi and lazing the extended summer on practically deserted beaches. I had become a lazy expat, not exploring the beauty that surrounds me. I promise that 2018 will bring a lot more adventures in my adopted country.
On the home front, The Turk and I still quarrel constantly. We slam doors on each other and vow to divorce at the earliest opportunity, but we soldier on – because that’s just how we are. Daughter is over both of us and it is clear that I have lost whatever parenting mojo I actually once had. She no longer buys into any of my shite and is way too busy socialising to remember that The Turk and I actually exist (other than to open our wallets or to drive her to some very important event). I guess I was the same at her age (and again I should be very thankful that she is growing up here where morals are imbued into these kids at a very young age) but I am hoping that 2018 will bring her a little more confidence in herself and help her strive to reach her goals (whatever they may be).
I won’t be making any New Year’s resolutions again this year, and I’m good with that. I will try and be a little healthier, but I don’t really need resolve to do it. I did buy a treadmill and I used it for a good few weeks before it started to collect dust (not true). I am, however, putting My Evil Cat on a diet. She is a binge-eater and, despite the fact that she now has only 3 teeth, she still has managed to put on weight. Now that I think about it My Evil Cat and I are very similar ladies (although I do still have all my teeth) so perhaps we shall become diet buddies in 2018 (that won’t happen either).
For those of you who read my very first post knows that I don’t love New Year’s Eve (in fact I also talk about it in my novel – Salep and Ginger – hopefully to be found in good bookstores just in time for summer – hello free advertising on my blog page) and the probability is very high that I won’t be going anywhere tonight. I am good with that, but I do want to thank all of you for hanging around and reading JaneyinMersin. It really does mean the world to me and to all of you I say this – no matter how shitty 2017 may have been, you survived it. Internet fist bump for you.
That’s me done for the year… there’s a glass of red calling my name soo Happy New Year and to 2018 I say this – bring it!
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