(written January 1) I don’t do resolutions. My resolve always fails. Instead I set myself some goals for the coming year, because goals are achievable and resolutions aren’t. Or something. :) 2006 goals: 1. write 400,000 words 2. walk 600 miles 3. read 104 books 4. lose 12 pounds 5. sell 3 books I think I usually have more, but that looks like the right number for this year. I’m taking biking off for a couple of reasons: one, I haven’t made goal *yet* for that (neither for writing, but…
Author: mizkit
a year in review
(written december 31 around 6pm) If I had a net connection tonight, I’d post and let you all know that 2006 has arrived safely and that the future is, if not in good hands, at least here. Unfortuately, I don’t have a net connection, which I’m finding actively annoying for the first time. I’ve been a bit impatient previously, and I had one real moment of jonesing for CoH, but overall it’s been a mior inconvienence and not something to mutter over. But today I’ve done my writing, done laundry,…
No net. Snif.
No net, but I’m in at Mom & Dad’s, so I’m doing lots of catch-up posting. (written December 31) My poor nephew Seirid really loves oranges, and has six teeth. He recognizes what an orange is, so he’s taken to grabbing an orange and sinking his six teeth into it–into the skin, mind you–and then he’s horribly, horribly disappointed when it tastes awful. The worst, most frustrating part for the poor little guy is that in order for it to taste good, someone else has to feed it to him.…
the good news…
The good news: we’re not dead! The bad news: no net yet. Wah. There will be many, many catch-up posts when we have net at home. Which is supposed to be today. But it’s almost 5. We’re not confident. Regardless, Happy New Year to EVERYBODY!
catching up
(written december 28) I’m a proper writer today. I’m hunched over my laptop, wearing a new flannel nighty and floppy pants under my new robe, and blue fuzzy socks on my feet. No need to get dressed when you’re a professional writer, that’s what this look says. Do your work in your PJs, that’s what this look is. Carefree and anti-establishment, that’s me. Nevermind that I felt too pathetic to bother getting dressed this morning. Not the point. Of course, if I were really a proper writer I’d probably be…