Afterthought

I should have made a resolution about spending less time faffing around online. Maybe I'll just keep that one in reserve for next year.

Resolutions

It's that time of year again. We've done the family visits, slobbed around eating too much chocolate, sat up too late at night and festered in bed too long in the morning. The novelty's worn off and we've reached a suitable state of self-loathing for New Year's resolutions. So here goes:

1. Write something every day. And 'every' in this case means just that, even if it's only for a quarter of an hour.
2. Continue pursuing my goal of publication, which means submitting work to publishers instead of leaving it buried in the cobwebby depths of my computer.
3. Read more fiction (in furtherance of item 2 above and notwithstanding items 5 & 6 below)
4. Nothing original about this one: drink less coffee, take more exercise, eat more healthily, try to be less grouchy in the morning. Or indeed any other time of day.
5. Subject to first meeting requirements of items 1 to 4 above and item 6 below: decorate the kitchen and kids' bedrooms and such other parts of the house deemed to be in desperate need since the plumbers and electrician ripped the whole lot to pieces this autumn.
6. Push on with OU degree.

And that's plenty.

Before the snow melts

I wonder what the record is for admiring a pristine, empty new blog? My excuse is I've been waiting for an idea good enough to match up to the infinite potential of that clean page. I've been savouring that just-about-to-step-out-into-fresh-unblemished-snow moment. Looking for the perfect way to launch myself into blogging orbit.
It could take years to pin down that elusive brilliant phrase. So I'd better go ahead and do it anyway. Before the snow melts.