First day of the year, the countryside is bleak, dreary and devoid of life, and I have spent the day in idleness, wrapped in thick blankets, eating leftovers and planning what’s to come.
I’ve one course starting in a week and another to launch, a serial starting in two weeks, two short to post on Patreon for my supporters, and we’re still working full tilt on Hope & Glory, speeding towards a release that’s currently labeled “soon”.
I have just delivered a translation, and there’s two more on the plate, one of them Lavie Tidhar’s Central Station.
I’ve also developed a certain yearning for change – I wanted to redesign the blog, that is now entering in its 6th year, but really, I like the current template, and it seems to be pretty functional. There’s a number of other things I’d like to do, to improve, expand and grow Karavansara, and I’ll try and work a few out in the next weeks.
2018 is here.
Yesterday night, on the national TV show that was supposed to usher the new year in, one of the artists wished a happy 1918 to all the audience.
If it’s any sign, we are in for a very surreal twelve-month.