Why hello 2011. I was watching a Marx Brothers movie when you came in. I do seem to recall neighbours banging pots and pans to bring you in, though. When I’m spending time with Dad, festivities fall by the wayside. The closest we got was muting A Night At The Opera to listen to the banging (of pots).
I’m sorry I didn’t bring you in properly. I know. I suck.
But I’m willing to make it up to you. I propose a deal.
I know, I know. Tonnes of people make deals with new years. Resolutions, they call them. I’d call mine a promise, except—as this blog proves—I really suck at keeping promises.
A deal, then. A few, actually.
I will finish, revise, rephrase, rehab, and publish Meese.
I will market Meese.
I will finish, revise, rephrase, rehab and publish a collection of short stories.
I will market them both.
I may also do well in school, on the side. Because I shall be that amazing.
Actually, I want Meese's first draft done by Friday. A bit of a silly deadline, but one that will make me lose enough sleep to get a fiar chunk of words in. Er. Wait a sec. It's Thursday now. Make that Saturday morning. I have a driving lesson that morning. There's no way this could go wrong!
I'm currently reading 10 Days That Shook the World. That's where the "Revolutions" part of the title came from.
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