I'm always a little sad at the end of one year and the beginning of the next. Time literally does fly for me. I often feel as if I'm hanging onto it, digging in my heels, trying to slow it down. But then one night you go to bed (okay, maybe in the wee hours!) and the next day a whole year has gone by.
This year has been a little tough around my house, and I'm superstitiously hoping for a calm and peaceful, happy 2007. So for once, without any melancholy at all, Happy New Year!
And to readers--streams of excellent books that won't let you put them down. To writers--may brilliant ideas fly at you so fast you only have time to write them!
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