Old acquaintance
Dec. 31st, 2007 07:59 pmThis time last year, I was nervously pondering the little box in my pocket, in which a sixth-century gold ring in the shape of a cross was waiting for its moment. Now 2007 is shambling off to sleep the good sleep in a corner, and 2008, the Year of the Wedding (also, probably, the Year I Get Glasses, and definitely the Last Year of Bush) is ready to step onstage.
This is the first time in about ten years that none of my resolutions have involved writing. The writing has been going well. I finished the first 200 pages; I finished the Peter Brown book I'd been reading for research; I was hoping to have filled up my Moleskine, but I'm seven pages away, which is near enough. I'm resolved, instead, to be better about practicing my guitar every day, and to find a better solution to the problem of breakfast. I've been eating a bowl of cereal every morning for the last twenty years, and the system does not answer — something with more protein is needed, I think, to help me feel less logy until lunch. I'd like to be kinder and more patient; I'd like to see my friends more often; I'd like to be a good husband.
Happy New Year, everyone.
This is the first time in about ten years that none of my resolutions have involved writing. The writing has been going well. I finished the first 200 pages; I finished the Peter Brown book I'd been reading for research; I was hoping to have filled up my Moleskine, but I'm seven pages away, which is near enough. I'm resolved, instead, to be better about practicing my guitar every day, and to find a better solution to the problem of breakfast. I've been eating a bowl of cereal every morning for the last twenty years, and the system does not answer — something with more protein is needed, I think, to help me feel less logy until lunch. I'd like to be kinder and more patient; I'd like to see my friends more often; I'd like to be a good husband.
Happy New Year, everyone.