Ah, what a lousy week for my blog! Post Christmas let-down, a fender-bender, foolish post after foolish post… and I am damn tired today! I was going to start a new feature of Sagging Saturday when I remembered I already had one called Slacker Saturday, which is an accurate description of me today.
I had thought of making a post about my goals for 2018, although that would be inviting the scorn of people who Don’t Do New Year’s Resolutions (you know who you are). Well, why shouldn’t I set goals for myself, and since the calendar is about to turn over, why should I not call them goals for 2018? Being the dithery, indecisive person that I am, I naturally hesitate to do so. What if I set these ambitions for myself and fail to follow through? How foolish will I look and feel? I suppose no more foolish than usual.
My main goal, which I set for myself again and again throughout the calendar year, is to Write More. On Facebook this morning, I saw a couple of videos of people who decided to do something every day for 100 days: doing something they were scared of, going to the gym. I thought, hey, Work on My Novel. So when I went to the store this morning, I purchased a nice new notebook and got started.
Did I make a good start? I can’t tell you that. I’m sorry I told as much as I did. It’s not so much the fear of looking foolish I mentioned earlier. It is the fear of Once You Talk About Writing It, You No Longer Feel the Need to Write It. So I shall say no more.
My headline now seems less apropos. Perhaps something about Day One of a Hundred would have been better. But I am still sagging. Hey, it’s still a holiday week. I’ll try to perk up and do better in 2018.
Mohawk Valley Girl 