Well, it’s Monday, instead of Sunday. That should tell you something.

I feel better prepared to face the year ahead than perhaps I have in years past.

You can’t leave me alone in a bookstore and expect me to not buy anything.

I spent a long weekend in the Twin Cities, and, dang, but Minnesota was great!

Greetings, loved ones.

In some ways, I’m still trying to find the right levels of personal, vulnerable, and whimsical with this blog.

Winter returned to New York with a vengeance this week.

The thing about me, though, is that I do not just stop reading books.

I began drafting this post in front of a fire in my room in a lovely B&B in upstate New York.

(Should I share that on the internet? Whatever, I’m going to, please clap.)

Nothing dramatic, just a lot of flaring anxieties and stress on some days, followed by very nice moments to bring me back down to earth and make me believe in myself again.

All I wanted to do to close out the year was finish a book.

Also Merry Christmas! 🎄

Be gentle, be more understanding, etc. etc.

New Year’s resolution, here and now: actually fucking read.

In the spirit of the season, I’d like to present a list of thanksgiving.

My approach to NaNoWriMo—and, I expect, my writing approach going forward—has been what I call guerrilla writing.

Thoughts from the Dentist’s Chair, and other stories.

And, oh, but I do miss reading for pleasure.

In case you find yourself in need of something to read by candlelight.