Oh yeah, I’ve got a website.

I forget bout it sometimes, even though the link is on my browser home screen and I spend way too much time on my laptop.

Every year at the beginning, I’m going to write more. Once a week, without fail, on the same day and around the same time, so I (and my four readers) can get into a routine.

It’s not a resolution. I don’t do resolutions. I leave those to the US government, cos they’ve been doing such a bang up job of all of it recently.

But it’s always an attempt to kickstart myself into the motivation I had when I was younger, less grey, and, surprisingly, fatter. The one thing I managed to accomplish after almost a year of a pandemic, lockdown, unemployment, etc., is losing 10 kgs and actually keeping it mostly off.

Okay, that’s not true. I perfected a ribs recipe, learned how to make French cheesecakes, and plucked my first pheasant (skinned, actually, but it was my Christmas dinner to myself, and pretty rewarding. Also, not the one in the picture, he’s still kicking around somewhere). I made three types of stock, I landscaped the house in Vegas, painted the interior, and watched every single Tremors movie.

So 2020 wasn’t a complete bust.

I did hear back from the screenwriting competitions too. No placement in any of them. There’s still two entries, but the results aren’t announced until July, and not really expecting anything from them either. Got some decent feedback, so of course I’m setting them to one side and thinking again about a book series idea, one that’s been kicking around in the back of my head for a decade. Ad by thinking about, I mean I’m half a chapter in, and this time I think the beginning is going to stick. It’s got potential. It’s got the building blocks of what it needs.

And it’s got names of characters that make sense at this stage in the story. Once I’ve got the names down, well, it’s all just words after that.