A New Year. New Goals.
I hate putting so much pressure on myself in January - or anytime of the year, really - but I do like making lists of things to do. Mostly because I like crossing things off. Sometimes I do something and then remember it wasn't on my list, so I add it – just so I can cross it off.
This year is pretty much the same as last ... get a couple of books out, shove the pressure aside and simply enjoy the process. It's hard to appreciate every moment in life and when the yucky stuff creeps in, it's nice to remember that most of the crap just doesn't matter.
Life is a game, a competition and the purpose is to learn and have fun as the time on this planet passes. This has never been more evident to me than book sales. Raise the price, lower the price ... sell some, give some away. When or why readers buy a book is a mystery. None of it makes sense and I have almost no control.
I marvel when a book hits it big and goes crazy. My thoughts at that time are ... "Now why didn't I think of that? An X-rated Twilight ... duh!" with a hint of, "At least it's possible and maybe next time..."
I'm not an obvious gambler. I don't play the slots or hit the Indian casinos on weekends but I do play the odds with my career. So introspective - it's giving me a stomachache. But seriously What Is The Next Big Thing? Forget the tired old stuff of the last few years. Look ahead on the horizon ... what's there? You never know – it could be you lisping with Barbara Walters next December.
Squinting out over the sunrise,