December 29, 2024

Happy 2025 from the Hellish Handbasket

Here we are again at the end of a year, with a new year staring us in the face. I remember when time moved so slowly, it seemed as if the school year would never end. Now I can't believe how fast time passes. It's confounding. Digging in my heels and making skid marks only works in the cartoons. 

Do you set goals for yourself at the start of a new year? I have a friend who makes a list and then tracks her progress on each goal. At the end of the year, she publishes a cute pie chart showing how she spent her time and a bar chart showing how much of each goal she accomplished. I've heard that tracking a goal makes it more likely to succeed. When I wrote my first novel, I tracked my word count daily. I wanted to write 50,000 words in 30 days. I wrote 90,000. Overachiever. But the point is tracking works.

I have not been tracking my word count for my current novel. However, I am writing a lot. My goal was to finish the third book of my trilogy. I'm only a year behind. 

I could blame my new lifestyle. Well, yes, I blame my new lifestyle. Living in my car makes it harder to focus on creativity. I spend a lot of my time thinking about mundane things like water, trash, food, power, and gas. Not to mention plastic bags, wipes, vinegar, and alcohol, as in, do I have enough of these things to last another few days, or do I need to stop at Walmart? 

I remember a time when I swore I'd never set foot in a Walmart. Ha ha. 

This tiny keyboard is hard to type on. I probably look a lot like Linus when he's playing his dinky piano. Which proves my life is pretty much a cartoon.

Speaking of cartoons, my brainiac head doc is on vacation until January 6. Can you believe it, the nerve of her taking time off over the holidays when I'm a vestibular-challenged puddle of dizzy goo. It's a travesty.

Speaking of travesties, politics. I'm not an eloquent writer on that subject, but I subscribe to writers who are. I'm not alone in my sense of impending doom. Maybe doom is already here. Hm. I read that AI could kill off humans within thirty years. Could. It makes sense to me. AI will have no need for humans. 

I'm sure more could be said, but I'd just be barking out my butt.

Happy new year from the Hellish Handbasket.