Or to write more, for that matter. If I can write (fiction) as MUCH as I did in 2011, I’ll be very happy this year. Even half as much writing would make me happy.
Anyway, 2012 is the time to get cracking on novel No. 2. It’s already been in my brain for — a long time. And I’ve written little bits. But now’s the time to work on it in earnest. While at the same time trying to sell novel No. 1. And all the other things I do in my life.
Recently, my brother talked about coming to the realization that he is a professional musician. (Which means he’s broke and works in a restaurant.) Yeah, I’m a novelist now. (Which means I manage a government website for a living.)
The show must go on. What are you up to this year?