I am not one for resolutions, not really. Life has a habit of rumbling along fairly similarly to the year before it regardless of the things we try to change. It's not easy to stop a runaway train after all. I will try to get myself a little fitter this year. I used to be able to rely on two 90 minute games of football each week and a training session mid-week too but those days are gone. All too often now I find myself watching from the bench. At 37 I suppose it's to be expected. But I hate the gym and I love to be competitve so I will be looking for a sport that satisfies. I'm starting with badminton as it's a decent enough workout when played to a certain level. It's too cold for tennis, golf isn't physically demanding enough and I'm crap at squash (I'm pretty crap at tennis and golf too...). So badminton it will be.
Beyond that 2009 promises, at this stage, to be an exciting year. It will see the publication of my second novel with Maia Press,
Soldier Boy will be released in March and there are one or two other exciting things on the horizon that I'm not at liberty to mention. I wouldn't like to tempt fate either. It has a nasty habit of kicking you (me) in the teeth.
