This year has been, at least creatively, a good year. I spent part of 2014 at Forward Progressives, part of it here, and part of 2014 at Musings on the Muse. I didn't receive any viable death threats, which is always a plus. And I made the front page of Reddit's /rpolitics with my article on Steve Stockman.
I didn't do any of that on my own. My husband is always supportive, always understanding, and never fusses when I miss dinner because I'm writing or going on the radio. This is a good man, and my best friend. My friends, who read what I write wherever it is, are amazing. It is a privilege to surround myself with gifted and talented people like Carol, Arik, Jason, Gwen, Manny, and so many others.
Carol is Carol Baker, quite possibly the best woman I have ever met. She is also without a doubt one of the finest writers online. Want proof? Click this link. Arik Bjorn is the creative genius behind Pastor Pillow, which is now a book! You can find Jason Dye's work at Forward Progressives, and at his own blog, Gwen Andrix is an activist in Ohio whose bravery has helped change her state for the better. And Manny doesn't need any more publicity; he's about to get into a Twitter war with James O'Keefe. But since he's my editor, you can find him over at Forward Progressives. On Facebook. Twitter. Probably My Space. Ello. Tumblr. Space, the final frontier. I am in so much trouble.
<I realize that was snark. I can't help myself.>
Tomorrow begins 2015, and I have made some promises to myself. I'm going to publish a book, I am going to learn how to promote myself, and I am going to stop being quite so self deprecating. Yes, I have almost no self esteem. However, sometimes when I read one of my own articles, I think "Hey, this is pretty good." Maybe there's nothing wrong with saying that in public? The question mark at the end of that sentence tells me I've got a long way to go.
Anyway, thank you for helping make 2014 a pretty good year for me. On a larger scale, the year kind of sucked, and I am not ignoring that. But I have plenty of time to trudge through the scum and the rhetoric and the racism and the hate; for tonight, for this moment, I am thankful for my friends, my family, and my life.