As is traditional around this time, I’m trying to get the new year off to a good start, full of excellent intentions and improved habits. Maybe it’ll last all year, maybe I won’t make it out of January before the lure of the Playstation proves too much. But, for now, I’m sat amidst the litter of spent party poppers and shredded wrapping paper, new books piled up beside me, today’s thousand words written and some rewrites ready to hand. My good intentions might not be paving a road to anywhere good, but better that than no road.
Happy new year!