It's after Christmas and just before new year, so I thought I'd enter into a bit of self indulgent navel-gazing before the clock strikes midnight in a few days and we all attempt to sing Auld Lang Syne without sounding like a herd of drunken water buffalo.
This self reflection is apparently a popular past time for anyone in the entertainment industry at this time of year, given the amount of TV shows and website articles I've seen floating about on that theme - and who am I to go against such an ingrained tradition?
Here we go, then...
The past twelve months have been, to put it mildly, rather enjoyable for yours truly.
I started the year by moving to the sunny climes of Australia for six months and ended it as a best selling ebook author, with the kind of paperback publishing deal most struggling writers would kill for.
...yep, I am that word you're thinking right now, aren't I?
Having spent the first three months avoiding sun burn and fatal shark bites, it was April when things really started to get going for my writing career. Up to that point I'd been bumping along making a fairly decent amount of money and gaining a nice following online, but then Love... From Both Sides exploded into the top ten in the second week of April, changing everything.
Since then it has sold over 230,000 ebooks at Amazon.
In total I've now passed 400,000 ebook sales, making me one of the most successful (and probably smug) authors of 2012.
Those sales figures in turn led to getting an agent, who thus far has done a bang up job of scoring publishing deals across the world... with more to come in 2013 with any luck.
The biggest deal was of course with Hodder & Stoughton in the UK, which will see all three of the Love... books available in major high street bookshops, starting with the release of Love... From Both Sides at the end of January.
Now, this is all lovely and good, but none of it has stopped the fact that my hair in thinning on the crown of my head, I can't seem to shift the mild spare tyre I've acquired over the past few months no matter how many miles I do on the treadmill, and still have to get up to pee at least once a night.
Success may bring a high degree of happiness, by you try telling my digestive system that.
Thanks of course go to you lot for ponying up the cash and buying all those books I mentioned above, before I started moaning about my malfunctioning body parts.
Without your support through-out 2012 (and years previous) Nick Spalding would not currently be sitting at his desk with a stupid smile on his face, looking forward to what he hopes will be an even better 2013.
Please continue to send me emails, Facebook messages and Tweets whenever you like. I always try to answer as many as possible. After all, you can have all the publishers, agents, editors, media organisations and PR consultants you like supporting you, but if the punters don't like the cut of your jib you're precisely fucking nowhere, aren't you?
Have a happy, prosperous New Year. Try not to do anything too embarrassing on New Year's Eve.
If you do, feel free to email me about it and I'll stick it in a book (it's a strategy that seems to have worked quite well so far).
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