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auld lang syne


I'm all sneezy. I have the beginnings of a cold.

I resolved on the train this morning (every once in awhile I become ambitious and resolve things that I never end up doing) to write for 1 hour every day.

Regardless of what I write. Stories, the couple of novels I mess around with, whatever. Journal entries don't count.

I can't wait to have happy mornings where I'm inspired rather than anxious. I have this nice long train ride and a lightweight laptop, the perfect writing scenario. But I'm always too uptight to think about doing anything fun and productive on the train.

Tonight I must catch up on emails. I have lots of emails I have to write to people who have been kind and supportive these past weeks. And I'm so fried I just watch a lot of TV. So tonight I'm going to be a good friend.

I resolve to.



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