We’re supposed to get snowed in tonight and tomorrow. Mr. A and I will likely burrow in tonight — NYE is Amateur Night in Chicago, and you pay $300 to get $12 champagne dumped on you by strangers — and I’ll make a valiant attempt to stay up untli midnight.
Little Kick, who is 25 days away from her debut on the planet, dictates much of my sleeping schedule these days. From what I’ve read, that’s unlikely to change.
2014’s going to have some other big announcements, including a First Draft anthology, because WE ARE TEN YEARS OLD THIS YEAR BITCHES and I feel like we should kill some trees to celebrate. That’s like 1,000 in regular human media years, and going back over our archives as I’ve been doing for the past 12 months I’ve realized more clearly than ever how much I love this place and how lucky I am that you all come here each day and hang out and chat with us. We’re not the biggest blog, but I’ll fight anybody who says our readers aren’t the best.
Happy New Year, all of you, and I hope you’re safe and warm and happy, wherever you are.