Livia Llewellyn (livia_llewellyn) wrote,
Livia Llewellyn

Starting up all over again

A few posts back, I mentioned that my parents box of presents to me went MIA. Well, the box was never delivered, so my parents emailed me some Amazon gift certificates, and are sending me a check. As much as I hate not having the box (there were a few irreplaceable photos of my great-grandfather, sadly), I have to say woo-hoo! to the check and to anything that helps me buy books. Most of the Amazon money went to books for research on my steampunk novellas, and the rest to a few DVD sets.

However, despite the fact that I'm still waiting for the check, for the first time in I don't know how long, I went shopping IN THE REAL WORLD. It wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be - there were a few moments of panic in Forbidden Planet when I was crushed in the rows of comic books by a gaggle of stinky cat piss men (and one of the employees let out a giant belch in my face as he passed by me - NYC service at its finest, people), but for the most part, it was a pleasant afternoon. I picked up a few graphic novels and Peter Watt's Blindsight, then ambled over to Virgin for a few CD's and a cheap copy of "Boogie Nights". So between these things and Amazon (and my sister's presents, which limped in at the last hour), Christmas didn't completely suck.

I know I'm supposed to be posting end-of-year stats and to-do-next-year lists - well, I've spared you all, and put them on my website blog. Follow the links, if you want. If not, here's an abridged version: 2006 was "The Year of the Short Story" and 2007 will be "The Year of the Novella".

Funny, but I didn't say anything about the major events - moving out of that shithole of a basement apartment into one that's pretty damn decent by NYC-area standards; and going to Clarion. I don't really have anything to add to what I've already said. Besides, let's face it: nothing I do in my life will ever be as significant and well-remembered as bacon taped to a cat. In the face of such inescapable logic, I humbly accept that nothing interesting happened to me last year. Or will happen, for, like, the rest of my life. :)

As far as resolutions go, I don't have that many. Save money, pay off some debt, lose weight, try to drag myself out of the apartment a little more than in the past - things I worked on last year, and will keep working on this year. There are a few more resolutions, but those will stay private. It's boring stuff, believe me. Like, try not to let the milk in the fridge spoil so often... yeah. Behold the awesome glamour that is My Life.

Tomorrow, I crawl back into the writing routine. As much as I liked (and needed) a self-imposed vacation, I'm anxious to start up again. Goals for this month? One novella, one short story. Not a huge wordcount, but the day job sucks the life out of me and the time away from me, I've come to realize and accept (even though it's a great job for what it is). But it ain't going away, because I like having a roof over my head, so I just need to shut the fuck up and write. Heh. That's my real motto for this year.

2007: Shut The Fuck Up And Write.


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