Another year has come and gone. 2017, done. 2018 about to begin. I could make the standard resolutions: work out more, eat better, get my papers graded in a more timely manner, etc. etc. But I won’t. Not that those are not things worth doing; they are. But in many ways, they are destined to fail, especially if you’ve made those kind of resolutions before (as I have). No, this year I will make only one resolution: write more.
Now I know. That is an amorphous resolution. What qualifies as “more”? Is this a resolution also destined to fail because of its very ambiguity. But I don’t think so. From an optimistic point of view, that vagueness can work in its favor. Anything can be more!
This year that’s coming to a close has had its ups and downs (as I guess all years do), but a definite up was my writing life. I did a better job of keeping at it, and as a result, three poems were published somewhere other than this blog (or the Writer’s Digest Poem a Day blog in April). Yay! And there are quite a few pieces out for consideration. Hopefully 2018 brings good news for those pieces.