It’s an old habit wishing people a Happy New Year, but it’s hard to let go of the optimism a fresh beginning offers. It’s a chance to let go of what doesn’t work and embrace what does with an eye toward something better waiting in the wings. It’s the epitome of hope, really.
For myself, I plan on slowing the pace in the next year. I’ll have published nine novels in seven years in 2026, and now I’m feeling the need to take a little more time with my words and intentions. I’m wrapping up the final edits on The Gilded City of Dreams this week, and then I’ll be starting a new project in January that is going to take a little more deliberation to tell the story right. I plan on sipping lots of tea and getting lost in plenty of daydreams in the new year, and that sounds pretty good to me.
Wishing everyone the chance to take the time they need in the coming year!
