Well 2016 has arrived, and I have no new year resolutions to claim, except--once again--to try and write more consistently this year. I sound like a broken record. It didn't work very well last year, but then my day job disappeared last fall, so I really can't use that excuse anymore. Unless I get another paying job. But caring for an ailing (on a regular basis) hubby seems to have taken up the hours of my previous day job. So what does that tell you? It tells me that I still need to develop some more stick-butt-to-chair-ness if I ever hope to write more.
In other words, I need to GET SERIOUS about this writing thing I have been playing at the last few years.
And stop listening to negative inner voices. Yeah. That, too.
Okay 2016... here we go.
