Farewell to the Uh Ohs

That is, farewell to the last decade, which seems full of uh-ohs. And most of all, farewell to 2009. About the best we can say is that we survived.

I'm looking forward to 2010. While I don't make New Year resolutions, there are some things I think about.

I think about writing. And that is not good, because if I am thinking about writing, I am NOT writing. I will do more in 2010. I must resolve the last known issues with Mad Max 1 before I send it out again to agents. I must be more productive with my semimonthly column. I will send out selective poems, short stories and essays to a limited number of contests. I will write at least three NPR radio essays.

I think I will write more in the blog, but only when I think I have something to say.

I think I will keep the calico-with-an-attitude happy and away from my desk ball.

I think about retiring. One of these days, I will bite the bullet and retire. I still like my golden handcuffs, however, so I am not quite ready to leave my gainful employment.

I think about my husband and how wonderful he is. He's my best friend and I am the luckiest woman in the world to have him.

And I think about how I can do my small part to control global warming, pollute less, recycle more, and drive less. I think I will educate myself on global issues so that I can see through the spin to the truth (if we can ever decide what is true).

And I think I will wish everyone a happy new year. On to 2010 and happy scribbling to my writer followers.