My New Year’s Eve was uneventful. While watching “Clue,” I fell asleep when Yvette and Mr. Green were standing at the bottom of the staircase, too frightened to ascend up to the attic in their search for the “killer”. However, I did wake up at 11:50pm and discovered that my boyfriend was passed-out next to me. I tried to wake him up, but he pulled the comforter over his head and groaned, “No, you can’t do that.” (He sleep talks.) I considered watching the ball drop — alone — but instead I stumbled to the bathroom to pee, then went back to sleep. (When you are wrapped in a warm blanket burrito, the urge to pee is the only thing that will make you move, lest you sleep in a warm wet blanket burrito.)

New Year’s Day was lazy. There were pancakes and bacon. Lots of bacon. Applewood smoked bacon. Cracked pepper bacon. Glorious bacon.

Now it’s back to work. I’ve taken off my boots to warm my feet by the space heater under my desk and I’m wrapping my hands around my coffee mug in between sentences. If last week is any indication, today could be another slow day at the office, as people get reacquainted with the work they left unfinished before the holiday and “have a coronary” over the work waiting for them. (I am. I’ll probably refill my coffee at least 3 or 4 times today, pretending work-things doesn’t exist.) Like usual, I’ll find time to write and read through my workday, two of a few things I want to improve upon this year.

  • I want to will finish writing at least one short story and submit it for publication within the next six months. Here is it on record: I, S. J. Paige, will submit a story to at least one literary magazine for publication no later than July 1st, 2015. That goal does feel a little small to me, but my current commitment to some semblance of a writing schedule is appalling, and, like building muscles, I have to start small or I will burn-out quickly. (This is why I don’t do NanoWrimo. Yet.)
  • I want to will stick to a writing schedule of, at least, 20 minutes every day if I am brain storming or at least one page a day if I am writing prose.
  • I want to will take a mini road trip once a month to photograph ghost towns and other abandoned places that I have not visited yet.

I don’t want this to be another “new year” in which I make ambiguous, lofty goals that I make progress toward for only the first week because I didn’t set the groundwork from the beginning. They say that’s not a good way to set goals anyway; you don’t know what you are really trying to accomplish. It’s like coming up with your thesis for a paper; you refine and narrow the shit out of your topic until it is more specific than your mother saying, “You cannot leave this house until you clean your room.” (No; you can’t just throw your dirty laundry into your closet. Put it in the basket like a refined adult with some semblance of Home Ec. skills.)

Everyone: Have a wonderful year. You got this!