|I did some work before I fell asleep, really!|
This has been a tricky year for me. At the very beginning of it, I was left without job; not only was I left without my income (which wasn’t much to begin with, but still better than nothing), I was also no longer writing for a living. Although, truth be told, I was more concerned about the income.
Some start of a year.
A friend helped me, she found a guy who needed a book translated from Croatian to English, a crime novel. I’ve never translated an entire novel before that, but hey, there’s a first time for everything, and I made it. After that, a publishing house hired me to translate Graceling by Kristin Cashore and City of Glass by Cassandra Clare. More work, yay! And then, there was translating The Man from the Diogenes Club by Kim Newman with a killing deadline — a new challenge, and a great experience; I’ll be translating another book by Mr Newman, the one which nobody dared to publish.
So, within a year, I have translated four books — is it good, bad, average? I’m not sure.
I’ve also managed to finish a short story collection (ghost stories), I hope it will get published sometime next year.
All the time, there’s the economy crisis (although, there’s always some sort of a crisis here), lousy health mostly due to stress (both me and SO).
Did I do well this year? Or bad? Something in the middle? I don’t know, but we survived. I guess that counts for something.
What was your year like?