Of Cats and Bags and Accountability
So, like everybody else on the planet, I made a few goals. Goals are nothing without action, and action come Air Max s only with accountability. Or something supercilious like that. Basically, I have happy things to share, so bear with me.
One of these goals was to be more intentional about my eating. The Christmas season was a culinary free for all, and I paid for it in the end. My giant back end. There that is. Christmas technically lasts until January 6th, so I had a whole bunch of days before dealing with that one. But I have. I am eating a good breakfast every morning. And I must tell you that Belgian waffles with chocolate chips and whipped cream is a good breakfast. I would venture so far as to say it a great breakfast. What? Don look at me like that. There were strawberries, too. And some powdered sugar, and I digress. Anyway, intentional eating has been a success.
I Air Max being very conscious about my to be read list. It grows smaller daily. Mostly because I refuse to add anything else to it for a while. I am making a little headway. It hard to divide time between crazily devouring pages and crazily creating words of my own. But I have not brought anything home that I didn add to my TBR list. In fact, I have taken very little out of the free bin at my favorite used bookstore. And that, my friends, is progress. The bin is bigger than a coffin and has been stuffed to Air Max the brim with free books. FREE BOOKS! I have come to understand that free isn actually free, since it costs me bookshelf space to store. If I don have a reasonable intention to read the book in the next couple of months, back it goes. It almost like I growing up. I said almost. Don be afraid.
And here my most exciting top secret news. I had planned/hoped/dreamed/wished to finish my current manuscript within the first couple of months of the new year. And (drumroll, please) now (Helloooo? Where my drumroll? Desk, head, keyboard. I not picky. That better. Thanks!) it done. The first draft, of course. It warty and ugly and not fit for human consumption (yet), but it finished. I be moving into rewrites and beta reading over the next few weeks, which is more exciting than I thought it would be.
But am I content? No. I so ready to start another project! My husband thinks I should blog for a little while instead, but I think that mostly because he knows if I get involved in another book project immediately, we will never finish Downton Abbey. He probably right.
I have a new goal, too. I want to rework my blog page and add some drop down menus and categories. This one will take me a while becau Air Max se I not sure I can make that happen on this theme. Changes are coming. It be fun!
So how is your list coming along?
Oh, yeah. The title promised a cat. I meant it figuratively, as in letting out a secret , but when I looked at my latest upload of photos, there were 107 new ones, mostly of my cats. It seems I am missing Piper more than I thought, and my way of dealing with it is to take a blue million snaps of the two cats we have left. Meet Kisses. Until I work through losing Piper, you probably be seeing a lot of her.