I feel so much better about my life than I did a year ago. It took two job switches, but I’m happy with the way things are going now.
I have a bean. eeeeeeee!
A couple of years ago I promised myself that I’d have my book done by the time I turned 25. It isn’t finished, and in fact I’m not even working on it at the moment… but that’s OK. If I had tried to finish it just to meet the birthday deadline, it would have sucked. I’m much happier with the current novel-in-progress than I was with the tripe I was churning out on the old one. I’ll get back to that one when I’m a better writer.
Belated New Year’s resolution: finish something. Anything.