It’s a new year, all right, but it looks kind of like the old one: cloudy, damp, snow lingering from, what, a month ago? Besides being New Years Day, though, today is the first anniversary of this blog. I wasn’t sure how long I’d stick with it, and there were months when posts were few and far between, but I’m still here. And it doesn’t particularly bother me that only a few people stop by each day. I get a kick when the occasional comment pops up, but it’s okay if everyone else chooses silence. I respect that.
I do resolutions, like most people. I’ll keep most of them private–let’s just say that weight figures prominently on the list again–but one I will share is reading. I resolve to read more this year. Being a little on the obsessive side, I have a database of my books. Whenever I buy one I add it to the database. When I read one, I make a note. So I can tell you exactly how many books I read in 2005: 68. That’s up from 2004, but it still seems like a paltry number. Fewer than 6 books a month, and that’s including literary journals. I need to do better than that.
I’ll also share another one: writing. Lately my discipline has just plain sucked. I can sit at the desk, but little happens after that. It isn’t writers’ block, it’s simply that I’m so easily distracted–by email, by the internet, by the dog, by the mail, by the coffee pot, by the bathroom, by bills, by the stock market, by you name it. I had hoped that my residency at VCCA recently, where distractions were cut to a minimum, would help. And in fact I did work better there. But now that I’m home, I’m worse than I was before. What’s it going to take? Meditation? Music? Drugs? I’m taking today off from writing–I’ll clear the decks of as many other obligations as I can–but tomorrow, January 2, I will come to my desk at 7 AM, ready to concentrate on the story I need to finish, and then in a few days, I’ll start the final push on the novel revisions. My goal: finish the novel by the end of January.