It’s five minutes to twelve.  The dog is barking his head off because one of my neighbors suffers from premature celebration.  I’m drinking sparkling cider and eating my cheese log, but I don’t much care for the crackers.

The past few years, I’ve been positive this was the one.  Things would happen, stuff would shake loose, and this was the year I’d get a publishing contract.

Logic says I must be close.  I’m submitting, I’m working daily, I’m editing…I must be close.

But I just can’t get excited about it this year.  So I won’t.  I’ll just hope this year is a little better than last, which was for the most part a pretty good one, and get back to work.

Let’s hope we all have a better year this year.

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