Two Thousand and Twelve… and Who Knows What

After the fireworks have sparked out.

After the parties have kicked out the final stragglers.

After the late night traffic dies down.

After the sky turns its darkest colors untouched by the street lights…

…that’s when the New Year will really begin.

It’s as if “His mercies are new every morning” is taken to an exponentially greater level. As if life is a whiteboard and on that magical day of January first all the old dry erase notes and dried out scribbles have been scrubbed off and all we see is white… and it’s up to us what we’re going to draw on the board.

So I’m standing here tightly clutching the brightly pigmented markers of emotions, schedules, options, decisions, the unavoidable unplanned, and who knows what else. And as I uncap the first marker all I can say is that I can’t wait to turn this year into a mini masterpiece. Are you ready to pick up your markers and do the same?



P.S. Here are a few of my goals for 2012, what are some of yours?

– Write 1 short story a week

– Read an average of 2 books a week (for a total of 104 books in the year)

– Write a response/review to every book read

– Write 1 novel

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