New Years resolutions . . . I don’t make them. Not because I am bad at keeping them (which I totally am) or because I see them as a reminder of last year's failed accomplishments. Rather because I view each New Year as a clean slate, the first day of a whole new year of possibilities. What happened last week, or last year, or even ten years ago is done. I will build upon it. I will learn from it and grow because of it, but I will not let it define me.
My writing aspirations won’t magically change at midnight -- I still want to publish a book, I want to write something that totally blows my agent’s mind away, and I want to be a source of constant encouragement for my writing friends. I want to take on a new beta read each month from an aspiring author I have never met or read for. I want to lose myself in their world, let them know exactly how talented they truly are!
Sure I could stand to lose five pounds, but I love cheesecake too much. I would love to read 100 books this year, but I have a hard enough time getting through the monthly book club assignments. And as for my personal life . . . I wouldn’t change a thing. I’ve got three great kids who I love and drive me crazy, and a husband who tolerates my often erratic mood swings.
I wish you all a happy and prosperous New Year. Happy writing!