And the holidays are past

And the holidays are past

I’m back again after the holidays.

I like to take a break over Christmas. It gives me time to relax and recover from the year gone by. I didn’t have any real holiday in 2009 during the summer; blame that on my work ethic if you will.

I’ve made some New Year’s resolutions, as always. The first, to finish the Novel and start querying. The second, to learn how to play the piano. The third, to finally get into shape and exercise more.

I’m not making any others for the time being. Three very hard ones are more than enough. Of the three, the Novel will be the hardest, I think. I’m not looking forward to having my work put on trial, even if the eventual aim is to get it out and on the shelves.

Learning how to play the piano is a little challenging. I’m playing “The Music of the Night” at the moment. It’s a matter of connecting what I know the piece should sound like with the notations on the page – no trivial task, of course, when you have to decode each section first. A friend has told me that I’m doing very well for someone who’s never played before, which is certainly very encouraging. I’m planning to try a little bit of the start of “Clair de Lune” once I get more confidence.

Sigh. Honestly, I’m talking to myself. I’m sure there’s a point to all this, but I probably won’t be able to find it without the help of a therapist.

Is it obvious that, in the face of a hopeful new year, I am more hopeless than ever?

No. Hopeless or not, I have to have some kind of faith in my writing, because otherwise I would not write at all – and that is as likely to happen as the sun going backwards around the earth. I am a weaver of stories, good or bad, and especially when I’m talking to myself.

So. Another year. What would Brenda say?

This is what I learned: that everybody is talented, original and has something important to say.

She will always be my hero.

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