I’ve been reading a lot of wonderful stories from people rounding off their 2022s on Substack. And while I’d love to offer you a profound and inspiring look back on my time here and my outlook for 2023, I’m just not sure I have it in me.
Maybe because I haven’t been here very long and who the hell am I even?
Or maybe because there are plenty of other people doing it better than I could this time around.
I will say, to those who know me from a past life and to those who are just figuring out what I’m doing here, that Stock Fiction’s 2023 will be full of stories.
Some funny. Some gritty. Some swoony. Some twisted. Some lousy. Some pretty. Some poignant. Some stupid.
And they will all be for you, my readers.
And for me. Who am I kidding?
I hope you’re looking forward to hanging in with me for my first full year on Substack, as I solemnly resolve to be here, still writing, a year from now. And I will relish the opportunity to reflect upon the coming year with you then.
In a profound and inspiring way.
As for my behind-the-scenes writing journey, I plan to make a lot of mistakes in 2023. That will be on purpose, because of what some imposter recently wrote in a fellow author’s comment thread:
“Every big break is preceded by countless failures. It takes guts to succeed because you can't be afraid to look like an ass first. Often. And potentially for a very long time.”
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“Until then I will mildly debase myself.”
Happy New Year! I've only been part of your Substack for a short time, but I'm super excited to be along for the ride next year!
Happy New Year, Meg! Glad we could reconnect over some prose a couple decades later! Be well. And keep the stories coming!