I’ve never been one to make a new year’s resolution. The clock striking midnight on a specific day of the year means nothing to me. The same hassles I had the night before were still dogging me in the morning. On the flip side the same blessings I had the night before were still by my side as the sun peeked through the window.
The first couple of days went by with both good and bad results. Daily stuff and bigger stuff, it’s always there. One issue gets resolved and another takes it’s place. It all boils down to same shit different day.
The only thing I can change is how the shit effects me. Do I roll around in it and complain about the stink or do I use it as fertilizer and plant some flowers or maybe some vegetables?
From here forward, I’m going to give farming a shot. I’m going to narrow my focus. I can’t change other people. I can’t make decisions for anyone, but myself. I’ll be a sounding board to friends, but I’m done trying to till their soil. I can’t find them a job or keep them from being let go. I can’t choose their partner or choose how they’re treated. My own plot needs tending and that will be my goal.
Against the Grain is coming out in March. I have a new book, Against the Tide, due to my publisher the end of February and it sounds like they’re open to more. The series was included in a recent promotion and more importantly I enjoy writing it. My husband is proud of my stories and is anxious to read more. He’s encouraging me to branch out. We’ll have more information on that later. The bottom line is instead of trying to fit my writing in, I’m making it a priority again.
Not for 2017, but from here on out. Friends – I’m here. If you need me, reach out. Otherwise you’ll find me with my sleeves rolled up, gloves pulled on and dirt a-flying as I tend my own crops.
2014 began with dreams aplenty. My first book, Bondage Anniversary, was released to the public January 3rd. As the year comes to an end, five more have joined it on the book store shelves. My son, who turned twenty-one this year, has three on the market and two other series in the works. Our aspirations of following in EL James’s footsteps never came to fruition though.
Yet we continue to write, not to get rich, but because stories continue to fill our heads and demand to be put on paper…or computer screens as the case may be.
Reviews have been both uplifting and down right mean. I tell myself not to look, but I still do. Part of me is still that little girl who wants to be loved by everyone. Each time I get a less than favorable rating, I wonder what I could have done differently, but I don’t stop. Writing is a part of me and I hope it always will be.
But life is multifaceted and storytelling is only a small part of what makes the world go round. This year we’ve been blessed with a new member of our family, a beautiful baby girl was born to my nephew and his sweet wife. Sadly we’ve lost others. Their deaths were unexpected and heart wrenching. We weren’t prepared to say goodbye so soon and there’s a void we can’t seem to fill.
It seems each year our jobs become a little more harried. Do more with less seems to be the running theme. Yet we persevere.
And when life gets a little too strong to handle alone, we lean on each other. Our family unit has been on a hell of a roller coaster this year. We’ve each faced personal challenges that seemed too difficult to manage and they might have been had we faced them alone. But we aren’t alone. We are a family. Through good times and bad we stand together. We have each other’s back. I know that like I know the sun will rise in the morning. It may at times be obscured by clouds, but it’s there.
I have no idea what 2015 has in store for us. I pray that it’s kind. I will say I face the coming year with a bit more trepidation than I had this time last year. One by one I watched our plans fizzle like a bad bottle rocket. But whatever the new year brings, we’ll face it together.
From the Carson family to yours here’s wishing 2015 blows your socks off.