Happy New Year, friends!
Every January first I write a post—usually how I detest resolutions. I’m a believer that we make our own destiny instead of making resolutions that most likely won’t be fulfilled. So, no resolutions. Only reflections.
2012 was an interesting year for me. I spent the majority of my time writing book two of the Deadly Kisses series, while doing edits on book one. I had no clue how hard it would be to an author. It’s more than just sunshine and rainbows. It’s a lot of time, sweat, and sometimes tears. Since most of my followers are other writers, I’m sure you can relate. As to my family, well, I have to laugh. When I first told them my book was being published, they wanted to go to the bookstore that day to buy it. So I explained the publishing process, and that it took about a year, if not more before they could buy it. Every month, after that first time I explained it, they asked, “why is it taking so long. I want to buy it.” So again I explained the process. Yeah, after the millionth time, I gave up and stopped talking about my book.
Suffice to say at the family Christmas party last month, I had a horde of Italians tackling me at the door asking when they could buy Deadly Kisses, but this time I could tell them. Yes, you can pre-order it and it will be released on March 5th! I even gave my grandma a picture of the cover so she could remember the name of it. Bless their hearts. My family rocks!
More 2012 reflections.
What I was doing last year for time management wasn't working, and I had a hard time multi-tasking which ended up with me hardly blogging. This year I’m going to multi-task more efficiently, so I don’t lose touch with my blogger friends. 2012 was a toss up—feed the kids or blog. I couldn't starve the kids.
2012 was also the year my farm fell apart. I lost most of my herd of goats, and decided I couldn't breed them anymore due to my broken heart. I’m still in the process of selling off my herd. It takes some rough skin to be a farmer, and I don’t have it in me anymore. Everyone support your local farm, they deserve the profits more than the supermarket.
But a new year is upon us, and a chance for another beginning because the Mayans were wrong and the world did not end in a fiery doom, a zombie apocalypse, or meatballs raining from the sky.
My motto for 2013 is I’m going to own the year!
Yup, sure am.
Who wants to own 2013 with me? I’ll raise my glass to that.