As the clock ticks on to midnight, I write. That’s is my one New Year tradition. When the confetti falls and people cheer, I make sure my fingers tap across the keyboard as if this will make a difference. As if the writing gods will hear the tapping over all the other nonsense–noise makers, champagne corks, kisses, cheers, horns, prayers, cries–and they will wave their magic wands through the winds over my house and dreams will come true. Makes perfect sense.
What I really want to do is cut my hours at work. Imagine being able to write during normal waking hours! Imagine getting enough sleep. Imagine not trying to squeeze in writing, editing, querying, blogging, making art, reading, and keeping track of everything between the hours of 10pm and 1am. Imagine a paycheck cut in half and no one buying any art and not being able to pay the bills. The imagination will take you far!
What are your hopes for the New Year if you bother with that sort of thing? How much writing can you do in a year? What’s in your imagination?