Well, of the times I’ve had to write the date so far, I’m batting a thousand for writing 23 instead of 22. I’d say I’m off to a good start, but the week is young. I’m fresh off a well-earned end of year vacation and ready to do things and be better.
We’ll see, ha.
Against type and tradition, I’ve actually made some resolutions for this new year, and I mean to keep them. To that end, I made them simple, ha. Easily memorable. My wife got me an hourglass the size of my head, so that’s going to help with one of them.
If it feels like I’m being vague with my resolutions, it’s because I’m being vague with my resolutions. A good half of them have to do with me and my writing, and the other half concern health and stuff, so yeah. Nobody needs to know all the latter, and I said I didn’t really want to blog about the former. I still don’t, though I’m really goddamn tempted.
(To that end, I’ll probably be seeking out interviews and such, because there’s a new book, and will be at least two this year, and goddamn I got to get out there more to move some units. So.)
Anyway, if you’re here and reading this, I hope your 2023 has started off well. And some of you who aren’t here and reading this, you, too. See? I can be magnanimous. -TB