Transition

Another year is ending and another one about to begin. I don't usually make a big deal over what's essentially only a calendar-related event, other than for tradition of being naked in a hottub at midnight. (What do you mean that's not the tradition? Make it your tradition.) This year, however, I've been thinking more about personal progress and resolution-type things than usual.

This year has seen my first published story in bookstores. I've earned high praises at a job I'm not proud of doing. I've broken last year's isolation but failed repeatedly to find lasting meaning. I've been a busy slacker.

I've only written 97 FUNeral posts this year. Last year I posted 108 but in 2000, the first year I was doing this section of the page, there were 149. And that with starting the posts in May, too. So you can see there's been a decline in how often I update. You already knew that. Resolving to update more often is a difficult determination to make, because writing effort put to the webpage is writing effort that didn't go toward one of my stories. (The current short story keeps demanding to become a novel, and I'm not good at fighting my creations.) I am setting a goal for the year as far as the webpage goes: I'm going to reverse my trend toward fewer updates and get at least 150 FUNeral posts. Wheee! And at the same time, I'm going to get some fiction published again this year. There'll be a lot of distractions to fight, but since this is something I need to work at, I'm damn well going to put in the effort.

Have a happy New Year's Eve, people, for next year I destroy you!
-er, I mean, I write more.