Or, as I like to say, “Happy goyisha New Year!”
And I say it very fondly.
Enjoy whatever you choose to do tonight. I’m going to be writing, because book two isn’t going to write itself. And, well, I’ve never really cared for New Year’s. Not even when I was young enough to drink and party all night long. I realized early that the hype never lives up to the reality, so the best way to enjoy yourself is not to care at all about the end of the year. It’s an arbitrary measurement, after all. “Yay, we’re celebrating the earth circling the sun again!” Like it hasn’t been doing that for millions of years.