I’m not sure what I’m feeling right now. The Germans probably have a word for it. That feeling when a long, hard year is just about over, when you start to hope that maybe–just maybe–you can figure out where normal is again.
Hope? Waiting for the other shoe to drop? Something.
I need a break.
And I need a fresh start.
I’m not sure which order I want them in.
I’m going to be ordering my new calendar soon, and I’m already thinking about goals for the new year.
I want to get back into the routine of writing fiction every day. And I’m still looking for that perfect, chartable, graphable way of recording revision progress.
And I am looking for something that will result in small milestones. Something to show for my efforts. I’m not sure what that is, yet.
Things have to get better, after all.