Sunday, January 01, 2006
It's a new year, all right, but it looks kind of like the old one: cloudy, damp, snow lingering from, what, a month ago? Besides being New Years Day, though, today is the first anniversary of this blog. I wasn't sure how long I'd stick with it, and there were months when posts were few and far between, but I'm still here. And it doesn't particularly bother me that only a few people stop by each day. I get a kick when the occasional comment pops up, but it's okay if everyone else chooses silence. I respect that.
I do resolutions, like most people. I'll keep most of them private--let's just say that weight figures prominently on the list again--but one I will share is reading. I resolve to read more this year. Being a little on the obsessive side, I have a database of my books. Whenever I buy one I add it to the database. When I read one, I make a note. So I can tell you exactly how many books I read in 2005: 68. That's up from 2004, but it still seems like a paltry number. Fewer than 6 books a month, and that's including literary journals. I need to do better than that.
I'll also share another one: writing. Lately my discipline has just plain sucked. I can sit at the desk, but little happens after that. It isn't writers' block, it's simply that I'm so easily distracted--by email, by the internet, by the dog, by the mail, by the coffee pot, by the bathroom, by bills, by the stock market, by you name it. I had hoped that my residency at VCCA recently, where distractions were cut to a minimum, would help. And in fact I did work better there. But now that I'm home, I'm worse than I was before. What's it going to take? Meditation? Music? Drugs? I'm taking today off from writing--I'll clear the decks of as many other obligations as I can--but tomorrow, January 2, I will come to my desk at 7 AM, ready to concentrate on the story I need to finish, and then in a few days, I'll start the final push on the novel revisions. My goal: finish the novel by the end of January.