A New Year's Revolution
I've always had a love/hate relationship with New Year's resolutions. I'm a planner by nature, so I love the opportunity to write out all these detailed goals for myself. The problem is, I'm not so much a follow-through-er, so those tidy little goals are usually distant memories by February.
That's why this year, I didn't make any resolutions. This year, I'm starting a New Year's revolution. We're not talking any piddly, half-baked commitment to that vague and ever elusive concept of "losing weight" or some completely unattainable, unrealistic goal like "walk more."
Nope.
Instead, this year, I'm going to start a revolution in my life. This year I will make the move from "aspiring writer" to "frequent reject." This is it. 2014 is my year. The year agents start wishing I would leave them alone.
"But Emily!" Scream the evil mind-trolls who block the entrance to the mind-mine. "Didn't you make that resolution LAST year?"
And to them I say, "Silence, mind-trolls! Your evil smelly toenails of negativity and reality have no power here. Now clear the mind-mine so the mind-dwarves can get to work!"
It's an epic battle between those races. The mind-trolls are fearsome, smelly creatures, but they are also slow-moving and easily punched. The mind-dwarves are good workers, and industrious, but they get distracted very easily and sometimes go on strike demanding potato chips and 12-hour Grey's Anatomy marathons.
And now I'm hopelessly off track.
ANYWAY!
This year, I plan to revolutionize my life into a trail-blazing, fire-burning, goal-achieving machine, and I plan to revolutionize this blog into the epic, unmissable saga of how I rose from simple grad student to celebrated author in just eleven months!
Because 2014? It's my year for realism. And REVOLUTION.
Also sleep deprivation. Lots and lots of sleep deprivation.
That's why this year, I didn't make any resolutions. This year, I'm starting a New Year's revolution. We're not talking any piddly, half-baked commitment to that vague and ever elusive concept of "losing weight" or some completely unattainable, unrealistic goal like "walk more."
Nope.
Instead, this year, I'm going to start a revolution in my life. This year I will make the move from "aspiring writer" to "frequent reject." This is it. 2014 is my year. The year agents start wishing I would leave them alone.
"But Emily!" Scream the evil mind-trolls who block the entrance to the mind-mine. "Didn't you make that resolution LAST year?"
And to them I say, "Silence, mind-trolls! Your evil smelly toenails of negativity and reality have no power here. Now clear the mind-mine so the mind-dwarves can get to work!"
It's an epic battle between those races. The mind-trolls are fearsome, smelly creatures, but they are also slow-moving and easily punched. The mind-dwarves are good workers, and industrious, but they get distracted very easily and sometimes go on strike demanding potato chips and 12-hour Grey's Anatomy marathons.
And now I'm hopelessly off track.
ANYWAY!
This year, I plan to revolutionize my life into a trail-blazing, fire-burning, goal-achieving machine, and I plan to revolutionize this blog into the epic, unmissable saga of how I rose from simple grad student to celebrated author in just eleven months!
Because 2014? It's my year for realism. And REVOLUTION.
Also sleep deprivation. Lots and lots of sleep deprivation.
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