Wow, so, I don’t know about all of you out there, but the holidays really took it out of me this year. I mean. . . I felt like I had absolutely no free time for the past few weeks. Today’s probably the first day in over a month where I’ve begun to feel somewhat close to caught up on life stuff. . . the other stuff. . . not so much.
Anyhoo, the new year has been thrust upon us quickly, and resolutions abound. Mine aren’t much different that the usual. . . work hard, hope for great rewards. . . you know, lame stuff. Maybe I should take up alcoholism or something so I can have a more interesting sounding resolution. . . perhaps not.
However, one of the main parts of my new year’s resolution is that I need to quick fretting about writing and get more into it. Sure, I wrote a whole brand spanking new book last year and edited Buddy leaps and bounds above where it was at the start of the year. However, there were around 6 months in there (at least) where I did absolutely no writing because I was all concerned about stupid stuff like selling a book. So, perhaps I should phrase things more like, stop caring about selling a damn book. I just want to write. I want to get better and I want to tell stories. That’s all it comes down to.
And with that, I will quit bitching about writing for a while. . . I hope.
In other news. . . well. . . there isn’t much for other news. I’ve got a few posts in mind, but I’ll leave those for another day. For now. . . time to get up from under the pile of crap I’ve got above me.
Have a good one.