Today is the first day of my 53rd Year. Today is the day I stop taking any more bullshit from anyone, including myself. I’m asking a lot of myself here. One year of consistency. That’s the mantra for this year. Consistency now, or never.
I must acknowledge why I’m having trouble, address it, and get moving.
Let’s see if we can just manage this small blog posting first. We’ll call it my personal journal. Why not, that’s what a blog was in the beginning, wasn’t it? Hell, I think I know at least one person still on LiveJournal doing things, or at least one that isn’t a very tardy novelist.
When is the Winds of Winter coming out, by the way?
The point of all of this is simple: I’ve spent six months feeling pitiful and I’d like to not do that anymore, please. That should start with writing at least one thing a day, even if it’s just one sentence.
So let’s see if we can just do that.