2014 is Going to Hurt
I saw my flatmate in the kitchen this morning. For many people, this isn’t really notable. They probably see their flatmates every morning. For me, it’s a rarity. My flatmate gets up early. Seriously early. He’s usually on his way to work by the time I roll out of bed at 7:30 AM and start thinking about having a shower. Usually, if we cross paths in the morning, it’s ’cause I’m catching a flight scheduled to leave before rush hour. So he wasn’t entirely out of line when he looked at me, making coffee, around 7 in the morning, and asked: “who are you and what have you done with Peter?” “This is nothing,” I said. “I’ve been up since 5:30.” It’s a work day. It’s a writing day. It’s the year of the novellapocalypse. When these things meet, I have to get up early. # 2014 is going to hurt. Not in a bad way, necessarily, but in the