Well, the holidays are over and I’ve had ample time to lick my wounds and get back on the horse. After all, isn’t that what New Year’s is all about? Out with the old, in with the new?

Yeah.

Except, I don’t really care for making New Year’s resolutions (they haven’t worked for me historically, so why would it change now?) and I have been really rather under motivated as of late. I won’t say it’s because of the elimination. I think it’s because of burnout. That’s how it was post-NaNoWriMo 2007 for me. BURNT out. This year? Not so different.

But, it’s time to get back in the saddle. It’s January, it’s chilly outside (well, not really where I live), and I’m in the mood to finish reading a few books before I really settle in. The only thing is: I don’t have a lot of time.

Once again, I’m striving to meet a deadline. This one in February. A story you’ve heard before with a twist.

I have no idea how it’s going to go down because I can’t seem to plot it just right. To which, as usual, I feel like chucking to the side and saying “Forget it, let me just get something down on paper. I’ll worry about plot points later.”

This, too, is part of my “New Year, No Resolutions” mantra. After all, I’ve made it my goal to finish that novella and do another edit on Tossing the Gloves before February. And of course, it feels like a mountain that I’m not equipped to climb and I’m just too tired from my last mountain-journey to grumble my way up the steep terrain yet again — and so soon!

But that’s just me complaining, of course. I set the goal for the month (an achievable chunk, I believe), and am struggling to put my butt in the chair, fingers on keyboard. Time to quit the whining and get to typing!

Happy new year, everyone.