Happy New Year everyone. I hope you had a good holiday, and I hope those of you that made a New Year’s Resolution made a realistic one.
I didn’t. Never do. That whole New Year New Me thing isn’t for me, and it’s rather irritating.
I’m gonna be honest, this post might be a little snarky, but that’s because I’m just so tired of all the people advertising themselves like the one thing they need more than life is a relationship. Tired of all the corny motivational New Year New Me memes. Like, why can’t people just focus on themselves, work to better themselves, and not post it all over Facebook? Motivational pep-talks are best had in person anyway, not on social media.
Ugh! It’s just all so corny. And goddamnit! God gave you brown eyes, you’re not fooling anyone with those green contacts.
Writing is hard. I’m in the middle of writing book two and it hasn’t progressed as far as I would hope. But I suppose it’s to be expected. Interest wanes for me, especially this time of year when I have the holidays to distract me. Every weekend is pretty much something festive to do with the family. Whether its decorating, baking cookies, putting up the Christmas tree–it’s pretty much all the things I want to do that take priority over writing.
That’s not to say I don’t try. I certainly do, I just don’t get much done. Maybe a few pages here and there. And my attention is a bit divided so that when I reread the copy I don’t remember it all. That ever happen to you? You reread something and you have no recollection of writing it in the first place? That’s where I am right now. I re-read a chapter and thought: “Damn, who wrote this? They sure are good!”
Okay, that only happens sometimes. And when it does happen I spend a lot of time laughing at myself. Because I’m just a jolly person. And that’s what this time of year is about, right?