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’tis the season of resolutions. Or at least the tail end of it. That point when resolutions, bright and new and recently birthed, naively look about with shiny, bunny eyes and…BAM! Bullet in the ear. Buried in the shallow grave of end-of-Janurary. I’m not judging. There’s body parts in my boneyard too.
So lets go grave robbing!
I resolve to better feed the hungry maw of this blog. The poor thing has been subsisting on roadkill and particularly slow villagers. Things are brewing. Video game things. Table top game things. Anthology things. Screenplay and movie things. Stay tuned.
Also, I resolve to achieve my World of Warcraft weight.
And after that, I’ll achieve my Secret World weight.
I resolve to re-master one sleight-of-hand trick a month.
I resolve to use my fancy microphone for more audio-entertainment goodness.
I resolve to write certain people physical letters (fountain pen ink, wax seals, the whole bit) and tell them things unsaid.
I resolve to help a soul who’s creatively stuck and confidence-shaken.
I resolve to make better use of the wondrous gift of having a pet with an empty ocular cavity (suggestions welcome).
What do you resolve? Tell me. Tell me! What have you got rising out of your boneyard?
I can help but read your blog of resolutions and think… “he wrote something just for me.” And then I remembered, there are a lot of us who are creatively stuck, and who need physical pen and paper letters.