Well, I figure I’m not alone in this, but I blinked and lost the year 2013. I don’t know what happened to it. It’s like this vague memory that happened 10 years ago and not just yesterday.
I mean things happened and I remember them. I worked at the day (or night) job. I had surgery with good results. I went to RT in Kansas City and Lori Foster’s RAGT. I published 2 books with Siren. And I know I’m forgetting events. Everything flew by in a Star Wars, lightspeed blur. But, overall, it was a good year.
I do have regrets. As always I worry that I didn’t spend enough time with my family. I’m kicking myself for not getting that third book submitted and accepted by the year’s end. Financially, I haven’t made the progress that I’d hoped for.
But overall, I’m not in a bad place. It’s actually a pretty damn decent place where I’m at in life. Yet, there’s more work to do. A crap ton of work to be done. And it’s past time that I put my nose to the grindstone, or in writer-speak, my fingers to the keys and get it done.
In 2014 I hope to, no, no more hoping. I will get four works published and that does not count the one I’m working on now. It was for 2013 and I need to see it finished before I begin on the others. It’s tempting to grab onto a grain of success and hold tight with both hands, but I’m going to stay on course and follow my plan. I just need to pick up my pace. A lot. Like yesterday.
I truly hope everyone has a very happy and excellent New Year in 2014. Me? I’ll be working, but at least it’s a job I love.