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Merry 5th day of Christmas and Happy New Year,
with some thoughts, hopes, and plans for the coming year...
- Turn in two final book manuscripts.
- Continue running the Christ Church Cooperstown women's group another year--next up, a book discussion about the curious medieval document, The Cloude of Unknowyng. (Last year, there was one book event--Buechner's Godric.) Figure out some more wild outings and events and workshops, often arts-related.
- Send out at least one poetry manuscript.
- Do some work for Fr. James Krueger's meditation retreat Mons Nubifer Sanctus in Lake Delaware with my friend Laurie, now that we're both on the board.
- Read more. 2018 was a bad year for reading because I was stretched a bit too thin. I want to read more classical writers and also some of the early Christian mystical writers. More poetry and stories. And the stack of unread novels.
- Make like a tree and put forth green leaves. Drink from deep sources.
- Work on that odd idea for a new novel. Secret, of course.
- Improve my health to avoid losing months to illness...
- Skip blurbing other people's books for at least a year (because I couldn't manage those commitments in 2018.)
- Keep up with volunteering because that is, well, right. (If you're not entirely happy with your life, try volunteering in various sorts of places--you find out that you receive a great deal more than you give.)
- Mess around with collecting the stories.
- Remember love one another, and that I can't transform the world but can be transformed--and that such a thing does budge the world a tiny bit. We are each rather tiny...
- Be a responsive mother, wife, daughter, friend. That's a goal for every year.
- Be grateful that I live in a warm house in a cold climate, that the lights and plumbing work, that peace mostly reigns in my country, and that I manage to keep getting requests for book manuscripts even though I haven't bent the knee to the gods of publishing and marketing in the various helpful but unclean ways possible.
- Prune my book collection so that the second story of my 1808 house doesn't fall into the first, organize my manuscripts, and clean my hodgepodge writing room.
- Don't run after what the culture declares as valuable. Sink into what matters and what lasts.
- Laugh and be joyful. Frolic with that curious secret society known under various names, including The Bread and Cheese Club.
- Don't ever tell your deepest, most glowing resolutions in such a silly thing as a blog post!
Make liminal wishes...
