The month hasn’t even come to an end and I’ve already broken my New Year’s resolution to write more in my blog.
If it’s any consolation, I have been successful at some of the others.
I am writing more. I’ve just started a new novel, after finishing one earlier in the month. Sometime I really need to sit down and transcribe it from the notebook to the computer.
I am reading more. Short stories, mostly, And I borrowed some audio books from the library, although I find that sitting and listening to someone drone on and on isn’t really suited to my transitory nature (meaning: I’ve got attention deficit and get bored really quick). It’s different from Old Time Radio programs for some reason. There, it’s an audio play, with different voices and sound effects and incidental music. But an audio book is just someone reading it, and often, if they aren’t very good, like the guy narrating “The Murders in the Rue Morgue” for instance, who is really, really slow and tries to annunciate every word with the Queen’s English, trying to concentrate on it becomes a challenge for me. In that instance, c’mon! It’s a short story, for Cripe’s sake and he’s dragged it out to almost novel length.
And I am submitting more. I’ve got ten in submission. Well, nine, I got a rejection on Thursday and haven’t sent that story out yet. And I received one acceptance.
So except for this blogging thing, I sticking to the rest of my resolutions.