Clearly it’s the time of year where I confront my goals, and realize I’m a sham. Which is one hell of a thing to say from someone who co-won a national award last year but here we are.
As always, I want to be a writer. As always, I never write. As always, the new year arrives, or my birthday comes up, and suddenly, here it is! The gumption! This is the year it happens!
But it won’t be. It never is. But what the hell. Let’s see how long this burst lasts.