At 12:01 am, on January 1st, you wouldn’t have found me hastily scribbling incoherent drunken ramblings of things I ought to do in the coming year. I don't do New Year's resolutions. To me, they're just a disappointment waiting to happen. I mean, come on. Do I really want to try and live up to "I promise not to indulge in hair rage even when my hair insists on impersonating a French poodle for eight months out of the year"? Or, "I promise to stop referring to those folks who wouldn't have a clue even if it bit them in the ass as 'stupid people'?" Or here's a good one: "I promise not to kick my personal trainer when he's rolling on the floor in a fit of giggles because I've told him my last work out hurt so badly I couldn't remove my OWN bra!" Face it. I'm going to break at least one brush this coming year. I'm going to refer to at least one person as being stupid when they do something that's... well. Stupid. And my personal trainer? Okay, I won't kick him - but only out of self-preservation. And because he’s really cute. But the giggling has to stop. It’s just not Manly.
Instead of resolutions, I like to sift through the previous year's detritus and note all of the wonderful things that happened, the not-so-wonderful things that happened, and those things which should have happened… but, because I’m a procrastination demon, didn’t. Let’s not forget the things that did happen, but shouldn’t have.
This past year:
- I finished an outline (finally!) and then successfully waded through NaNoWriMo’s 2005 Writing Challenge and wrote 52k words towards my novel. I got a nifty certificate. Woo Hoo! I’d have to note that at the top of my list. Anyone who can write 50k words while juggling a pre-teen, a 1st grader, a husband, and a full-time day job deserves some kudos. I would have liked a nifty t-shirt but I’ll take the certificate.
So, this year… no promises but plenty of goals: I’m going to work as hard as I can to finish my current WIP (work in progress) by March. Then, I hope to start on two others which are yammering away in the back of my brain. I’m going to try writing more short essays while attempting to reconstruct my brain from spurting epic rambling to delivering concise prose. My first blogging effort proves how much work this will require. I hope to somehow find time to get back in the saddle, hit the gym at least three days a week, and keep practicing self-control. Perhaps I might even send a rescue party to find Patience, Grace, and Folly. At least Folly. I like him. My new thing to try this year? Blogging. So far, so good.
If you put your mind to it you can do anything!!! luv ya sis!