This year I believe....

Okay, I know it's cliche to start off the year full of resolutions and giddy excitement. After two full days of traveling and two weeks of vacation that I need a vacation from (the family time was good--the colds and flus--not good) and a full year of writing and writing and writing and rejections, I wasn't expecting to wake up and feel hopeful. Trust me. Last night, I was ready to chuck it all. I kept thinking that writing for the public and agents was over-rated. I didn't want to query ever again. (I needed sleep in a bad, bad way.) This morning, it's still freaking dark outside. I need to get the munchkins off to school. My house has not been improved by the husband bringing in all our road trip stuff and dumping it. (Bless him for doing that, though. I was a lump on the couch praying for death to swallow me whole.)

Still!!! Wait for it! Wait for it!

I'm optimistic. This year feels good. It feels all bright and shiny and clean. It's just waiting for me to muck about in it.

So, New Year's Resolutions....

Yeah, I don't believe in them either. Mostly because it causes a February slump when you feel overwhelmed by these things you swore to do every day. I hated how packed the gyms were for the month of January, but the cynical side of me knew that they'd be back to normal come February.

Let's just call these my short term goals.

So, I'm going to get to work on editing Honor Among Thieves, and I've got to figure out what I'm going to be sending in for the Amazon Breakthrough Novel contest. They have a YA group this year. I'm torn on it. I feel like the expectation for the adult crowd is a hard-core literary novel, but I might be wrong. None of my adult novels are hard-core at all.

Hey, speaking of things that aren't hard-core. I read Richard Castle's Heat Wave--laughed my butt off. It was a gift from Santa. Santa was full of awesome.

Speaking of gifts, the husband got me a Tuck--a switchblade for those that haven't read Honor. My mom got me my own bottle of whipped cream to spray right into my mouth--also an Honor thing. It was fantastic. I had a fun time--possibly too much fun--playing with my switchblade. I also have a hat now that says "Bite me!"

Christmas was just fantastic in many ways.

Crap! It's time to get the kids off to school--past time. Oops. It's a good thing that wasn't one of my resolutions--I mean--short term goals.