What do you mean, it’s not your Unbirthday?

Today was my birthday. It’s been a crazy year. I mean, a really crazy year.

I suppose that it would be appropriate at this point to do some kind of retrospective and reflect on the year past. Maybe some talking about goals to go after in the next year.

Okay. Last year was crazy on a number of levels. Not necessarily bad, especially since January, but cuckoo crazy. For example, this year I was (falsely) accused of assaulting a female coworker, and came as close as I’ve ever been to pursuing a lawsuit. (Defamation. That was an interesting week.) Also, health issues, work (good work), a week in Houston with my church’s Girls Camp (which included dealing with the repercussions of a snipe hunt that left one poor young lady emotionally distraught after actually “finding” the snipe – one of the older girls wearing a big squirrel mask. Which led to an ironic twist that I can’t really go into.) Also, being a gentleman of a certain age, and forgetting what happens when a gentleman of a certain age goes to the doctor, I went to the doctor. And I got to sing Moon River. (I’ve never seen Fletch, but I get that reference. And in case you don’t… )

The upcoming year promises to be another slice of interesting. The contract job will be coming to a close, maybe, at the end of August. (It’s been a monthly thing. Good job, Wesley. Nice work. I’ll most likely end your contract in the morning.)

The sequel to Battlehymn is due this winter. I’ve got to get it finished before the end of October – partly because I need to get back on the horse, partly because people are starting to ask about the sequel. And partly because… dang it, I want to GET TO THAT ENDING.

By which I mean, of course, book 3.

But what I’m suffering from right now is a big giant case of distractions. So many shiny things… and my GW2 characters refuse to level themselves… and…

And the last piece I guess that’s holding me back is just a lot of nerves and doubt. Doubt that I can actually get this book to do what I want it to do, doubt that it’ll be good enough. Doubt that I’m good enough. You know, pretty typical writer stuff that I’ve got to put on my big-boy pants and get over.

And just being in a generally crabby mood. It’s been a prickly year for me, and I find it difficult to relax my grip and enjoy things.

So I guess, as far as goals go, that’s probably the number one. Well, number two. Darn health issues. But it’s a SOLID number 2. Not that I’m having trouble in the number two department. Darn medication side effects.

To top it all off, my daughter, the Queso Kid, becomes Queso the High Schooler in a week and a half. And gets her learner’s permit at the end of the year.

Heaven help us all.

I have set a goal of blogging at least 500 words a day for 40 consecutive days. (Sundays excepted) This is day four. I will see you here again tomorrow.