This year I moved out of a house I'd lived in more than twice as long as any other. I finished drafts of two books. I got chickens. I tweeted. I facebooked. I wrote lots of email, ads, taglines, blog posts. I wrote some press releases, newsletters, web content. I skied. I swam in the ocean. I did lots of loving, cooking and drinking. I celebrated, serenaded, said good-bye. I traveled, tantrumed, took my kids' dogs for walks. I watched things bloom and fade. I de-cluttered and re-cluttered. I impersonated a princess, spouted off imperatives, and got be called the best writer in Portland without a book.