Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Last Post of 2013

It's the last hour of 2013 and I'm determined to get a blog post up for the month of December.  I haven't posted in a very long time.

I can't call what I took a hiatus, since I've been working pretty hard.  But I haven't been doing the work I love; I haven't been writing.  "Not writing" takes a toll and what happens next is something I'm sure a lot of writers experience; the entropy takes on a life of its own and then I realize, "Wow. I haven't been willing to stick up for myself. Every person, place and thing that has sidled up into my peripheral vision has been given a warm welcome into my full attention. C'mon in to the inner circle; I can't think of anything to write, anyways.  Sure, I'll watch A Christmas Story with you ... again.  Sure, we can go shopping ... again.  Sure, I'll help you wrap that ... too."

And it's all me.  I slowed down at 20,000 words with NaNoWriMo and then ... stopped.

It's 11:26 p.m. on December 31st.  This post is the last of 2013, for soon my husband and I will tune into the shenanigans at Times Square and watch "The Ball" fall.  We'll clink our glasses and give each other a smooch. We'll sing Auld Lang Syne and then he'll head off to bed (because he moved wood all day in advance of a possible Nor'easter in 48 hours, and he is barely keeping himself awake to usher in the New Year.)

And I will sit back down here at the keyboard, because the first thing I want to do in 2014 is write.


  1. I can feel your resolve through the screen, my friend! Your New Year's sounded cozy. I was at the in-laws, dozing on the couch while waiting for my husband to finish a super long game of Rook. :)

  2. A very blessed and happy New Year to you, Rosemary!!! I love that you are beginning anew. We need to do this continually, seasonally, as we see fit. I'm rusty after 2-3 weeks off ...

  3. Nice. I hope you got in all the writing your heart desires last night. I was up until 4 a.m. and even got in a couple hundred words after the ball dropped. Here's to a new and amazing year in the writing world -- despite the constant pressure and demand of homeschooling, eh?

  4. My feels, madam. You may have all of them.

    No, but seriously: I know EXACTLY this of which you speak, and it is the biggest, most vexing failure of my adult life. I am SO glad I'm not the only one who struggles with this!

    Proposition: maybe instead of keeping track of daily wordcount, we ought to maintain a list of everything we've skipped, declined, or given up for the sake of writing. Wouldn't that be something to look back on with pride?

    (Good luck on a fresh new year and a fresh new start, regardless! You can do it!)