2012 was a good year.
In January, I had just aside my OCD manuscript and was 50 pages into writing adult fiction about a woman who was a late discovery adoptee when I read The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. The book walloped me in the best way possible, inspiring me to drop the LDA story and try my hand at young adult literature. 12 months later, I am head-over-heels in love with writing for this demographic– not to mention deeply in love with the characters in my book.
In February, I posted one of my most frequented links, about how medication is scary.
In March, my friend Ashley encouraged me to get serious about my blogging, and the rest is history. I started blogging with a lot more frequency after that, trying to refine and define what exactly Lights All Around was about. In the end, it boils down to three things: faith, creativity, and OCD.
I believe it was in April that I wrote and submitted a post for the Rage Against the Minivan blog, never guessing that it would actually be chosen and posted months and months later.
In May, I left my job in management, moving into my old role as an admission counselor only. At the time, it was devastating to me, but in the months since, I have come to realize it was a true blessing in disguise. I had wondered if it might, but it was hard to see past the sadness.
In June, I spent a week tucked away in an apartment above a Wisconsin garage, writing like a maniac and finishing the first draft of Truest. It was a bad draft, but that’s what first drafts are supposed to be. At least it was in the computer.
July, I nursed my crush on the Olympian Michael Phelps and posted a mildly scandalous short story about Adam and Eve, one of my most-commented-on posts.
In August, I read The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern, which, alongside The Fault in Our Stars, was one of the best books I read all year. (I love that I can measure my months by the words I encountered.)
September marked the end of an era as I ventured to the University of Minnesota Medical Center to meet with my beloved psychiatrist for the final time before he retired.
In October, the International OCD Foundation flew me out to an event of theirs in Boston to read an excerpt from my OCD novel that had won an international creative expression contest. There, I fell in love with the IOCDF.
November I decided to speak out even louder than usual about cognitive-behavioral therapy, explaining to blog readers what my life was like before and after CBT and also details of what my CBT experience was like. I got emails from people after this, asking for even more details, even some fellow Minnesotans wondering specifically about my own therapist.
In December, I finished yet another draft of Truest while on an artist retreat I had been selected for. I am committed to this story. My writing group has helped and continues to help me SO MUCH with revisions, and I decided to purchase a short mentorship with a Minneapolis editor.
Which brings us to now. And what’s ahead for me?
I have gotten into the habit of blogging, and I love it. I will keep speaking loudly about OCD and CBT and ERP. God has been so good and so faithful to me, and even today, when I was feeling very low, I was still able to be grateful that I have a permanent love in my savior. I will keep reading as much as I possibly can and review the books here on my blog. I will keep writing– because I love it, and because I crave it, and because I have to. I will continue to meet with my brilliant writing group and start my online mentorship next month.
2012 was good. Here’s to an amazing 2013.