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.

We’ll see.

Things have to get better, after all.