At our house, 2008 started with vomiting, and not the good kind of hung-over vomiting that denotes boozy good times. This was sad, sick vomiting, and it was Bob and the nice Italian dinner I made him take me out for because it was New Years Eve and I thought I had scored when he decided to stop eating and I got to eat his last meatball (because I am a meatball-lusting harpy). But it all came up and we had to employ the goodness of Pine Sol and it was bad. We both fell asleep before the clock struck twelve because we are a pair of ill geezers.
2008!
I wish you a nice 2008.
My big goal for the year is to get me some representation for the novel. That's right: agent. I just have to find one nice agent to fall in love with my novel and my 2008 goal will be met. It would be really nice if said agent also found a nice publishing house that wanted to publish my novel. Then two goals would be met. How's that for nice?
I want to say to everyone that it is okay not to have goals, or resolutions, or whatever, because life is to be lived, not planned. I was raised to be so goal-oriented that I've found myself paralyzed with fear of failure. F that!
Again: you should have a happy new year. 2008 should be nice, even if that 8 makes me feel old because I have my first-ever double-digit Ladycollege reunion to attend in four and a half months.
Posted by Zerd at January 1, 2008 02:20 PM