I recently posted a funny on my Facebook page that said, “I don’t call them New Year’s resolutions. I prefer the term, “Casual promises to myself that I’m under no legal obligation to fulfill.” Overlooking the inaccurate use of the word “term” to describe an entire sentence (I didn’t write the thing, I simply borrowed it), I find it a much more apt description of what I intend to do. Instead of “I’m going to…,” I’m saying, “I’m gonna try…” I just love wiggle room.
I didn’t leave myself any wiggle room in January of 2016. I vowed to write and release four books. I managed to release two. I released Whiteout in March and The Body on the Barstool at the end of November. I wrote the first draft of another that I didn’t release because it was a holiday novella and I didn’t get the draft done until the holidays were almost over. I also started the third book in my Eden series. Not too bad, but I sure didn’t meet my self-imposed quota.
So where am I now? I’m about halfway through the third book in my Eden mystery series. This one is titled A Convenient Death. I plan on releasing it during the first quarter of 2017, but I’m not writing that in stone. I also dug out a romantic suspense I wrote in the nineties. I’m going to revise it and try to also release it during the first quarter. Notice I said “try.”
And I’m going to try (there’s that word again) to be better about keeping up with this blog. But don’t hold me to it.