I’ve noticed a lot of people are doing “The Year in Writing” recaps on their blogs, and while I’m not usually prone to self-reflection, I decided to participate. Just this once, you understand. Okay. Here we go:
It was a good year for my writing. I had a lot of stuff published.
There, that was fun. Actually, not as bad as I thought it’d be. Let’s roll with this and do resolutions next! Okay, deep breaths, deep breaths:
I resolve to write and submit more.
Nice. Recap, check. Resolutions, check. What’s next? Maybe an avant-garde rendition of Auld Lang Syne? Or a toast with pink champagne?
Ah phooey. I’m being sarcastic again, aren’t I. I can’t even tell anymore. The hell with this. I’m going back to my Twilight Zone Marathon, pigs in a blanket, and beer.