This year, I resolve to drink, smoke, curse, fart, do drugs, eat carbs, worship Satan, gamble, have unprotected sex with loose tarts, jaywalk, and go on random killing sprees whenever the mood takes me. I make the resolutions every year, and yet somehow I keep living a mostly virtuous life. It’s not my fault! I’m pure frackin’ evil! I swear!
Actually, the only resolution I ever made was in Junior High. I solemnly vowed never to make a New Year’s resolution, and I’ve stuck with it ever since.
I do need to set a new writing goal since I met the last one, and here it is: In January, I will either finish Blank Slate or write at least another 25,000 words.
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