I try not to make them. If you want to change something in your life, just do it. Don’t wait for the arbitrary flip of the calendar to stop smoking or eat healthier or go to the gym.
Just do it now. Be a better person today.
Still, it’s good to have a definitive jumping off point, so I gave myself something to aim for.
I’m going to make a real effort to bend at the knees – you know, like they teach you to do all the way through your adult life, in those manual handling videos. We all watch them and shake our heads, and yet most of us still bend at the waist like we can’t wait for that back pain that’s coming for us in our later years.
So… I want to do my best to avoid that.
First of all, Happy Holidays. I hope you all had a good time, and got what you wanted and deserved.
Unfortunately, I didn’t finish any of those short stories that I had tasked myself to do. All three of them are in the home stretch, and I reckon if I had put down the chocolates and the turkey I may have found the time to have completed then over the last couple of days… but alas, the call of the festivities was much too great.
While I may not have met my self-imposed deadline, I have manufactured a few decent tales that I otherwise would not have created. I think they will turn out pretty well – it’s just finding the inclination at this time of year to put a bow on them.
2020 is just around the corner now. I aim to make it a good year for me and mine, and I hope you all do the same for you and yours.
I’m not one for making resolutions – be they New Year ones or otherwise. The first day of the year is a fairly arbitrary time to be changing certain patterns in your life, or to be telling yourself and others that things are going to change or this year things will be different… but today I’m willing to follow social convention and do just that.
The one thing I want to do in 2018 is to find a publisher for Slipwater. I don’t think this is out of my reach at all, and if I thought this was just a pipe dream I wouldn’t be writing about it here. The story is interesting, thought-provoking, and well-written. It’s not Dickens or Shakespeare by any means, but it is miles better than a lot of novels I’ve read in recent years! I am well on the way to completing a final draft of the manuscript, and am very happy with what I’ve produced so far, and I’ve pencilled in February as the month to start the process of sending it off for scrutiny.
So that’s it: find an editor who likes it. That’s not so much to ask for, is it? And if by this time next year I’m still twiddling my thumbs…
…well, that’s not going to happen.
Watch this space.
…not cause any office blackouts.
I blew up my work PC last week – accidentally, of course – and nearly:
a) lost a couple of fingers
b) took an eye out
c) shit myself
Let me tell you, there are a lot of volts going through those cables.
As profoundly dismal as it is to wake up on Christmas morning in hospital – with the crudely placed tinsel decorating the ward; and the thought of the dry, flavourless turkey you will eat later that day – there’s something a little more depressing about taking your first few breaths of the new year from beneath the sheets of your single cot.
I wonder if there’s a countdown over the PA system, and if the doctors and nurses sing ‘Auld Lang Syne’.
2012: RIP. See you on the other side.