To say that I’m not a fan of New Year’s
Eve traditions is a grotesque understatement. I don’t do the Spanish thing of
eating grapes at midnight, and although I may get drunk every other night of
the year I’ve never been drunk on this night, never. This year has been filled
with good and bad, mostly good. I’m hoping things will be even better in 2018.
I hope to publish at least one of the
books that I’ve written in the coming year. I hope to become half-decent on the
piano.
