I’m a slow reader, so I gave myself a Goodreads Challenge of only 26 books for the year. Imagine my surprise when I found I had read 39 books! I love the way Goodreads recaps a year of reading. I’ll bet you recognize a few books in here, maybe your own! Thank you for a year of amazing entertainment.
My goal for 2019 is 30 books, and I’m looking forward to every single one of them!
A cold has me stuffed in the sack
How I sniffle, I sneeze and I hack
The laptop is dusty
Inspiration is fusty
Yet, it feels mighty grand to be back
Oh, the holiday season was fun
Though I’m gleeful the chaos is done
Bye family and friends
Eating fudge had to end
Or we’d all end up weighing a ton
Saint Nick wanted cookies this year
And carrots to feed his reindeer
But Grampy was fast
The treats didn’t last
No cookies for Santa, I fear
You might get a laugh or a shock
To hear we got mittens and socks
A boy named Tornado
Got Legos and Play-Dough
All wrapped in a colorful box
New Years was dreadfully lame
No fireworks bursting in flame
No bubbly or wine
I was snoring by nine
All sickly and achy and tame
The blog suffered scarcely a peek
Between games of hide-and-go-seek
I was tempted to read
But the days passed with speed
And they rapidly turned to weeks!
No, I didn’t prep one single post
of which I can merrily boast
I finished draft two
A feat that will do
Now to blogging or my butt is toast
To my pals in the wide blogosphere
I wish you world peace and good cheer
The blessings of health
In friendship great wealth
And a bountiful, happy new year
This poem was inspired by cough medicine that made me a little loopy. I pre-scheduled it for JUNE and wondered why it didn’t post this morning.
I have a ton of catching up to do! It’s going to take me a bit, but I’ll be over to say “hi” soon. 🙂
The Real Tornado Boy
I’m never successful at sticking with my New Year’s Resolutions. Apparently, I’m not terribly resolute, an embarrassing situation since I expect self-sacrificing fortitude from my characters. They shake their heads at me while I give them a sheepish smile, hoping for pity. I’m a writer; I don’t have time for exercise. What do they expect?
Yeah, the old “exercise resolution” gets me every time.
Part of the problem, I’ve decided, is that my resolutions are far too grandiose. I overestimate my self-discipline. Not that I struggle with willpower when the task is something I want to do – like write. My self-discipline falters when it comes to things I don’t want to do… basically everything domestic… and exercise.
But I want to be resolute. I want to accomplish my goals.
Maybe the secret is to make them easy to achieve!
So, here they are:
1. Exercise 10 minutes a day.
No wonder I find it challenging!
2. Housework 30 minutes a day.
I shouldn’t find this funny, but I do.
3. Manage my social media time more efficiently
(Reduce to 20 hours a week.)
I need the extra time to do my hair.
4. Turn off the computer on Sundays to make room for other things I love to do – read, take walks, paint…
This took me hours.
5. Write 1000 words a day … Oh, erm, that’s 365,ooo words a year! Probably too ambitious. Reduce to 500 words a day.
My lifetime writing goal.
6. Take back all 6 books published through a traditional press and self-publish them. This, I will definitely accomplish, and I’ll share this journey with you.
A lesson in choices learned the hard way.
7. Spread love and kindness every day … the easiest one of all 🙂
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