Every year–EVERY YEAR–New Year’s seems to sneak up on me and whack me upside the head with a “Hey, you! Put down that cocktail wiener and get serious here! What’re you going to do different this year, huh? What about your definable goals, your glorious writing aspirations? Have you got any flippin’ worthwhile thing planned besides trying a different dipping sauce?”
And because I’m cleaning/recuperating from all that Christmas cheer (and rather enjoying my little pigs-in-a-blanket), my brain often says, “Pffffft.”
But not this year, friends. This year, I had to come up with a blog post for December 29th over at The Muffin. And so way back in, oh, mid-December, I put my writing thinking cap on and took a few minutes to consider what I’ve learned not to do in 2013.
The way I look at it, I’m halfway there, as far as that whole New Year’s voice whacking me upside the head. And come New Year’s Eve, I’ll figure out a couple definable goals, glorious aspirations, and possibly a couple worthwhile writing things, whilst casually enjoying a cocktail wiener (and a champagne cocktail, too, now that I think about it).
Because, you know, coming up with what to do is way easier, right?
(And may you ring in your 2014 with glorious blessings and much writing joy! Thanks so much for joining me along this journey and let’s do it all over again next year, okay?)