New Year’s resolutions generally suck, amirite? Lose weight, get in shape, eat better … sure. Come around on Super Bowl Sunday and you’ll find my butt on the couch and my hand in the Cheetos. Real change is hard, and the voices in your head arguing that it doesn’t really matter can get pretty loud.
Imminent failure notwithstanding, I have a few things on my list I want to work on this year:
There’s something very satisfying about landing on your feet after thinking you’ve lost everything, especially when you get to look someone in the eye and say, “I’m over you.” Life After Love came out on Kindle a couple of days ago and is chugging its way up the bestseller chart. Thanks for the reviews and the nice comments on Facebook.
I’m finishing up revisions this weekend for T-Minus Two, the story of two women vying to be the first to colonize Mars. Can’t wait to see what the cover artists come up with for that one. The only help I gave them was, “an astronaut story that takes place entirely in Hawaii.”
Lastly, I’m well into my outline for the next one, tentatively called The Touch of a Woman. If that sounds like someone’s getting a toaster oven, well … you could be right.