by Sheila Connolly
Sorry, it's just me, although I'm honored to be following in the footsteps of some pretty heavy-duty writers this week.
Tonight is New Year's Eve, and in my household that means . . . not much. We'll drag out a favorite DVD (The Rocky Horror Picture Show, to be precise), open a bottle of champagne and watch the ball in Times Square drop at midnight. If we're lucky we'll still be awake at 12:05.
Gone are the days of wild New Year's parties. Not much of a loss, because I can't recall more than two or three, and those were a long time ago. Heck, the annual fundraising dance for our local organic farm, music provided by Dale and the Duds, is livelier than most of the New Year's events I've attended. I guess I'm just not much of a party person.
But I will admit that I try to make a resolution or two each year. Or at least I think about it. Committing to a resolution and then blowing it just sets you up for frustration, and a writer faces plenty of that without asking for it.
What would I like to do better next year? Get organized! My family has gotten good at tiptoeing through the boxes of books and research files and promotional materials in order to navigate our second floor, and all that stuff is piled on top of the boxes of genealogy files. Then there are all those books I really do plan to read, stacked three deep on every available shelf, with teetering piles of more books in between. Who knew that writing would take up so much space?
So as soon as I meet the looming deadlines (yes, plural) and overhaul my website, I'm going to have to take a hard look at all those stacks and piles and boxes and figure out a better way to manage all that paper. Maybe there's a shredder in my future. I've read that I can raise mushrooms on shredded paper, so if the writing thing doesn't work out, I'm ready to start a mushroom farm. Sounds like a plan!
What's your Number One resolution for 2011?