My birthday present to myself this year was laryngitis. It’s been fun, let me tell you, croaking and coughing and feeling like a mountain lion used my throat as a scratching post.
Remember these from last year?
Let’s see how I did:
1) Complete the first draft of The Sparrowood Sessions: If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the past year, it’s to not state I’ll finish a particular project. I swear, my ADD has gotten so much worse this year. In my defense, though, I did manage to draft and revise two separate manuscripts and submit them, and I’ve got two I’m in the middle of doing final revisions on. And that doesn’t include finishing the first draft of a story featuring a soccer goalie and doing final final revisions on another and submitting it.
2) Secure a publishing contract: Not only did I secure a publishing contract, I did it with Entangled Publishing, whom I’ve been stalking since the dawn of their existence, it seems. I am so excited to be working with them and I’m hoping for a long, prosperous partnership.
3) Finish Roberto Bolano’s 2666: I have been defeated by this book. It sounded so cool (it’s a fictional account of the murders of Juarez) and the reality is just blah. Seriously, this guy has paragraphs that go on for pages. Pages. At this point, I’m halfway through Part Four – The Part About the Murders, and I have my doubts about whether I’ll be able to finish it by the end of the year.
4) Buy my first house: After looking at close to twenty houses, the BF and I moved into our very first house about a month ago. It’s a little two bedroom, with cove ceilings and original hardwoods, and we love it. When we’re not freezing our asses off. Heating efficient it is not.
So what am I going to attempt this year?
1) Secure another, more different publishing contract: Hey now, it’s not that I’m being greedy. While I’m looking forward to working with Entangled, I don’t want to put all my eggs in one basket, so to speak. Diversity rules!
2) Finish my nephew’s baby blanket: This blanket is legend. My coworkers know about it. My family knows about it. My friends know about it. It’s the blanket that will be the death of me. I started crocheting it a few months before my nephew was born, thinking I’d be able to get it finished in time. After a number of false starts, and repetitive pain in my elbows (I have tennis elbow in both elbows), I finally got the hang of it. Fast forward three years, and the thing’s still not done.
3) Read George Eliot’s Middlemarch: I have my parents’ copy of this book sitting on my coffee table. It’s been on the coffee table for over a year, and I have yet to crack it open. I want to read this book. I really do. The BBC version of Middlemarch was my introduction into the world of BBC miniseries, and I haven’t looked back. I feel like I owe it to myself to read the actual book. Because, you know, books are better than movies.
4) Modgepodge my coffee table: I hate my coffee table. It’s a piece of IKEA crap that’s scratched and got cat footprints all over it (thank you, Demeter). The BF won’t let me buy a new one, so I came up with the idea of trying to turn it into something I’d actually like looking at. I went out and bought a used copy of The Wind in the Willows and I’m going to cut out the pages with illustrations and modgepodge them onto the table. We’ll see how it turns out.
And because it’s my birthday, and I feel like burninating the countryside, I’ll leave you with some Trogdor.