The New Year is well upon us. Resolutions have been made and quite possibly in some cases, already broken only to be pledged again when this year comes to a close. But not by me. Not yet, anyway.
Not that I'm in the least unusual or special, mind you. I've made my share of promises to myself, quietly, each January only to lose my determination and my focus and watch them fade away just as quietly long before the new of the year has worn off. This year I've vowed to be different. I've vowed to take my writing much more seriously, improve my craft, finish this manuscript, and submit it, only to begin another. And I've started with quite a bang.
Four online writing classes in January. What was I thinking? You all know me - the one that you'd better pick up the phone and call if you want to communicate with because I don't even read my home email on a regular basis. So how did I think it was possible for me to keep up with four online classes - oh, yes, the new me. The newly, re-invented, stick-to-my-good-intentions me. But even so - four online classes? Okay, calm down, I counsel myself. Just because email is flying over here like grains of sand in a dust storm is no reason to panic. I can handle it - you know, the new me. Just pick a class - any class - and begin. Take it one step at a time. Save, copy, and paste those other lessons for next week, next month and beyond. I can do this.
And I have. So far. It's not pretty, but pretty was not one of my resolutions. Writing better was.
So how about you? How are those resolutions coming, this 17th day of 2010?