It’s nearly 6am where I am. What time is it where you are?
Three days late into the New Year, into 2014, spectacularly fashionably late. Have written this year’s goals down in the back of a notebook in blood (not true).
- Finish the novel I so gallantly threw down onto Word in November
- Become an active member of the HWA
- Write that screenplay that’s been bouncing off the spongy bits in my brain
- Finish that course that I’ve conveniently forgotten about
And there’s some other, private, personal things that I couldn’t possibly tell you about. Like having that thing removed from that place, finally…