Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap…
I have spent the last hour writing. It's yielded only a page thus far, but it's a page.
Holy crap, I have a page. Of a book. I've written a page for a book.
I'm crazy, stupid, out of my mind. It'll never be published, and I'm pretty much OK with that. But I've started a book. Nay-sayers and non-supporters, I'll end up telling myself exactly what you're thinking somewhere along the way. I'm going to [try to] be positive.
2012, you now know my resolution. I want to write more than 200 pages on one topic. Not for a grade, but for the sake of I-have-to-know-if-I'm-even-capable. And I'll give myself the whole calendar year to complete it.
Probably would have been easier to resolve to flatten out my post-pregnancy gut.
Oh, well…here I go...