I’m not entirely sure how I missed posting for the entire month of December. I guess things got busy and I got distracted.
So, here we are in a new year. I can’t say that I see much of a difference from last year so far, but I do have some things that I would like to try to accomplish this year. Not resolutions, really, more ‘intentions’, I guess.
- I would really like to learn to draw. Right now I’m at a point where stick figures are pretty challenging for me. I guess I’d like to be able to do better than that. To that end, I have an art book that is aimed at kids about 8 years old. Honestly, the average 8-year-old is likely more artistically talented than I am at this juncture.
- I suppose the next intention falls into the typical ‘resolution’ realm, but I’d like to be a little healthier this year. It’s the standard ‘need to eat more veggies and move more’ thing but also things like ‘damn, you’re getting old… moisturize for goodness sake’. Seeing as how I am routinely pegged for 10-15 years younger than I actually am, I would do well to do things to maintain this illusion as long as possible. (Pay no attention to the ever-growing patch of gray in my hair…)
- I want to be writing every day and I want to be blogging much more regularly.
- I need to read more this year. I’ve been slacking in that department and I need to get back on track.
And, for right now, that’s the list. I do have a couple other things I am doing/trying but they’re more personal and I recently came across someone who said that blogging about your goals/intentions is actually counter-productive because it allows you to feel you’re benefitting without actually doing any real work. So, I’m blogging about some of my ‘stuff’ and keeping the rest of it to myself.
I also responded to a post looking for writers. But they’re looking for humor writers and while in my heart I know that I could do that, there’s the nagging voice of doubt in my head telling me I was stupid for putting myself out there like that and there’s a part of me that knows I’ll be sad if I’m passed over. I mean, I get it, most of my writing is pretty serious. But really, when I started writing I really wanted to be the next Erma Bombeck….but knew I couldn’t pull off the family humor thing so I needed to find another zone of genius for my humor. I’ll let you know if I find it (although I think my writing about Dr. Killemquack is pretty effing funny).
As is typical, I am up far too late. I guess SOME things just never change.