I hate this part of the year.
I don't set goals.
I don't make resolutions.
I don't like looking back at the past year. It's never good.
I'm not going to kid myself and pretend that all of the sudden I'm going to be organized and motivated because a new year is about to begin.
All I can say is that I hope I get back into my writing.
I hope it begins to appeal to me again.
I hope that the reading that I've been doing recently helps to spark something in me.
I hope that spark will turn into a passionate revival of amazing writing that causes the letters on my keyboard to fade with use.
I hope the revival brings quiet satisfaction and yet a burning desire to share my words with the world.
Enough so that I take the next steps to edit and polish and then send out a beautifully finished product that will be accepted and applauded and most importantly ... published.
Hope is not a resolution or a goal. Just a wish.
Happy New Year.
Don't drink and drive.