Don't worry, I won't go in-depth. 2015 doesn't bear a dry retelling, though I will say this: It was light-years better than 2014 - which felt like it had a score to settle, or something. I don't even know.

To sum up, good things happened. Chapelwood was published, and I sold another book to Roc. My first young adult project (I Am Princess X) debuted - and I sold another one of those, too (to Scholastic). My husband started a (great) new job. Our friends found a greasy little kitten under the hood of their car, and she joined our family. I sold a couple of short stories (details on those to come). Got nominated for a Philip K. Dick award. Wrote 125,136 words of fiction. Should've been more, but hey. Next year, right?

So here's to 2016. My husband has the flu so we aren't going out tonight, and I guess the champagne will make nice mimosas in the morning. The dog and cats are already asleep, and there's a Drunk History marathon on.

Let's do this.