It’s the second day in January, the third year of our COVID infection laden world. Will that be the new signifier? Out with BC and AD, BCE or CE? In with BCo and ACo?
We are clearly not out of the woods, so I guess we will see.
But looking forward, I have hope.
Despite the fact that I have reached the random spontaneous combustion mode of this glorious portion of aging (women of a certain age will understand) and have gained quite the layer of fluff (yes, that is what I am calling it these days), I’m feeling pretty optimistic.
There is so much I want to accomplish.
The first being getting something either published or on its way to publication. I’m going to attempt querying the glutted, chaotic publishing world, praying for that one necessary yes. It will be devastating to my fragile ego, but like playing the lottery, if I don’t try, I definitely won’t “win.” (Let’s just gloss over the fact that the odds seem to be about the same…)
I will get through the next edit of Lucifer’s Child and double up on the query process.
Two trips to Query Letter Hell. Yippee!!!
The good news is I am almost finished the full first draft of Absolution. That will make four completed manuscripts waiting patiently for their time in the sun.
In between all this literary angst, I have a LLOOONNNGGGG list of things to do around the house. The first of which is clean and reorganize my writing dungeon.
Then tackle the rest of the house. Yep, going to Marie Kondo the crap out of every room. Except books, they always give me joy. But if I clear out other stuff there’s more room for them, right?
Right?
Add to this all my typical resolutions: exercise more, eat less or better, ride more, go for more walks, appreciate life, you know, the usual bull sh*t.
Before I go panic clean my house for our expected company, let me simply say I hope your New Year is full of health, love, and gratitude.
Hey, my saint of a sister sent me a Happy Light. Maybe it’s working.
Nancie Abuhaidar 