I'm determined that 2018 will be a better year than 2017 was. I'm holding on to hope that it will be—I'm fighting for it to be and a lot of other people are too and that gives me more hope because there is still good in the world. So, yes, the word will be hope this year.
Now I need to get back to work. The last words I wrote last night were a first kiss. Seems like a lovely way to end the year, and now I can pick up right there in a new one.
I hope 2018 brings you joy and love and wonderful new stories to discover and all the good things in the world. Happy New Year!