Decisions, Decisions, Decisions

 

IT’S THAT TIME AGAIN. People all over the world are busy making New Year’s Resolutions – you know what those are – lies we tell ourselves about things we should have done years ago.

At least half of the world makes the same resolution every year: Lose Weight. The other half of the world makes a different resolution: Don’t Starve to Death.

I’ve not made that Lose Weight resolution for years, decades even. Not that I don’t need to shed a ton or two, but I don’t need to try to embarrass myself into it. I have enough of that elsewhere in my life. If you’ve ever performed onstage you’ll understand.

So…skipping over the “Lose Weight” thing I do make a few resolutions every year. Since I keep making the same resolutions every year you can figure out that I’m not real good on the follow-through.

One of my perennial resolutions has to do with being more businesslike with my writings. I promise myself that I will send out more Query Letters, Contact Agents, and do more to market my work. I really should, but will I?

Nah.

It was long ago, in a galaxy far, far away that I realized and accepted the fact that I write – to write. That is the purpose, not necessarily to publish. I forget who it was who once said, You can make a lot of money as a writer, but you can’t make a living at it.” That’s me.

Even if the monstrously lucrative world of Publishing didn’t exist I would still write and just live like 99% of the writers in this world…OK, maybe 50%. The other 49% are papering the world with Queries and “The Next Big Thing.”

Another of my perpetual New Year’s Resolutions is that I will stop being as much of a…of a…of a Sarcastic pain in the…in the…in the Morning. Afternoon. Evening. I haven’t had much luck with that one either. I think that if I take care of that one the other one about my writing would fall apart.

And then where would I be? Probably locked up in an Institution for the Perpetually Goofy – or in Prison – or in Congress.

One of the members of my morning “Play Group” as my wife calls it offered up a suggestion for me.

“I’ve got a Resolution for you, Krafty.”

“Oh, what is that, Intrusive Stranger?”

I’m not going to go into the details of his suggestion. Suffice it to say that for me to do as he proposed would require me to be more limber than I am and willing and capable of doing something rather intimate and physically impossible.

And besides, I’m married.

So, here we stand. It is time to ratchet up those self assessing chromosomes and honestly say to ourselves, “What is it that I need to do, and what is it that I am able to do? What is it that will improve my life, the lives of my loved ones, and that will make me happy?”

I have plugged my brain cells in on these questions over the Holidays and I have decided what I will do. My Resolution is: In 2019…I’m going for coffee.

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