2013 has been the best and worst year of my life. 'Rollercoaster' is not only a dreadful cliche, but also doesn't even begin to cover it.
To the forefront has been some terrible family anguish that at times I honestly didn't think we would make it through.
But as well as that... I bought my first house. I published a novel and a novella. I am ending the year feeling closer than ever to the friends and family I still have left.
I got a tattoo. I went to Istanbul, my new favourite place in the world.
I went to see a shaman.
I went mental and came out the other side.
I went to Portugal and to Edinburgh and Lindisfarne.
Things are better now than they were in January. Or February, or March.
I am looking forward to 2014.
(Not really a plug, but I would like to say that I also had the great privilege of writing a bit about all of this for my very favourite Elle magazine, in their January issue - a lovely start to 2014.)