We’re in 2010.
I thought I’d clarify that for anyone who’s a little unsure having found themselves at Christmas in 2009 one minute, and the next staring at a stormy sky waiting to be rained on or to watch New Year fireworks, whichever happened to come first…
I might be in a teeny bit of denial myself…
I’m behind on my blogging, but having had a break from all things computer like I am now forced to wonder how my precious desk came to look as though I drove my car into it.
To be fair, it is an older desk, but perhaps it’s time for a newer one? That thought only occurred to me when I ended up with a splinter in my thigh. Yes, in my thigh!! I’m just as bamboozled about its location as you are. What can I say? Writing is dangerous…
The point here w as that it’s a New Year and you all know what that means, the dreaded ‘R’ word, and no its not “rabbits”, “Romans” or “running” – although I’m pretty sure I’m allergic to that last one – but “resolutions”.
I’m a rebel. I’ve never had a New Year’s resolution. Although I should admit that my lack of resolutions doesn’t mean that the goal setting hasn’t occurred at some stage.
My goals simply carry over into the New Year or new decade until I reach them but January does mean adjustments to the writing plan since I like to up productivity each year until I’m a super writer, able to leap tall stacks of paper in a single bound, or insane. Perhaps getting bitten by a radioactive spider would be a good first time NY resolution?
A new year and a new diary and me trying to predict what a reasonable person would consider fitting into their day… any ideas? No, I didn’t think so…
How many manuscripts is everyone hoping to deliver to the sacred hands of an editor this year?
Happy writing!
