no excuses

Except there might be a legit few

2023 will mark the fourth or fifth year I didn’t write as much as I’d like. I’d like it to be closer to a full time gig but life (ahem, fire) keeps getting in the way.

My dream is to become benignly neglectful of life. I’d like to read and write more, that’s a given. I want to keeping practicing my yoga every day and I want to keep walking my dog. I’d like to draw some things again, like my silly birds, stupid hand willing. I have a lovely social life and wonderful friends. I need to take Facebook off my phone.

It’s good to take stock like that at least yearly because when I look at that stuff I want to do, I’m realizing I do a lot of it. I do read a lot, only at nighttime when I’m supposed to be sleeping, which makes my days start late. I am doing the yoga most days and walking the dog most days too.

But at the end of the day, I have two books I want to finish and get on submission. One is a romantacy, a novella I’m turning into novel, and one is a regular fantasy with metallurgy used in I think a new way and an irreverent character I just love. A couple of short stories would be nice, too.

So those are my goals for 2024. Good luck to me that life settles enough for me to neglect it. Good luck to us all.