Dear 2018

In 2015 I said, I want it all. (Also, I said Publish)

In 2016 I said, Purpose.

In 2017 I said, Patience.

In 2018, I say: Produce.

(Also, Stretch. And Clear. But these aren’t as alliterative, so they’re forced to be a subtitle.)

Dear 2018,

I’m still a little tired from 2017, recovering from a good, no – more than good, a seriously incredible line-up that 2017 delivered. (Holy cow, where do I even start on the links? Try this.)

Every year I say I’m scaling back on this or that, every year my husband doesn’t believe me, and I defend that

Currently Free Write Friday

currentlyCurrently: resolving, planning, cleaning, leaving, thinking

Well, we all know a New Year means resolutions. Or not. But then again…I have made a resolution or two. But if you want to know my thoughts on 2015, the short version is Dear 2015, I want it all. (The longer version is in the link.) There’s no resolving that this year is going to be big, cause it is. I spent most of yesterday in the

Dear 2015, I want it all

I’ve been freaking out in my goal setting or resolutions or targets or systems or whatever you want to call the way the brain prepares for a New Year while coming to terms with the idea that another year has slipped away.

Four years ago I left my job as company president and struck out to be a writer. Oh My, if I knew then what I know now, I never *never* would have left. THANK GOD I DIDN’T KNOW. That said, another year of learning and another year of planning and writing and re-writing has passed

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