Cute Little Baby New Year Already Has a Tattoo and a Piercing. Resurrected Post.
The Earth has circled the sun once more. Congratulations: if you���re reading this you survived the trip.
A traditional post-New Year���s Day activity is the listing of resolutions, followed by the traditional failure to adhere to the resolutions. I���m bypassing that tradition like it was a steaming pile of dog poop on the sidewalk. Instead I���m limiting myself to some writerly aspirations for the year. There���s a difference, really.
First: find a home for Thick as Thieves. I think with a spitshine and a fresh haircut, the book is ready to meet the public. Or at least the publisher.
Second: finish Boss by ��� oh, let���s say the third quarter of the year. I���m having fun with this one, but it isn���t coming along as rapidly as I���d like. I suppose I should resolve to make more time to write every day, but resolutions will always lose the cage match against a two-year old. If she���s here and I���m here, doesn���t that make it her time? Yes, yes it does.
Third: plot the sequel to Boss and finish 10-15% of the first draft by the end of the year.
Plausible and practicable. That���s how I like my aspirations. Reach for the stars, but start with the nearest.
Happy New Year.
