Happy New Year, you crazy Dracsters out there
Sorry I haven't posted something in this space, but I was on the bender of booze, red meats, refined sugar, ridiculous minivan roadtrips and festive sweaters that we Bibeaus traditionally take to celebrate the Birth of Our Saviour. Jesus becomes my excuse for that 15th piece of fudge dipped in whiskey. And then, in true Christian fashion, I feel guilty afterwards. Ah yes. The circle of life.
I hope your various holiday celebrations -- whether they involved Menorahs, Christmas trees, or dramatic readings of Richard Dawkins -- went well, and that you're all ready to face the year.
I actually love this part the best. The neighbors are grumbling as they take down their tacky lights. The dark and cold has settled in, like winter has finally gotten its act together. And the whole next year is a blank slate. And with few trips, parties, or errands to distract you, you have absolutely no excuse not to do the things you really, really want to do with your life.
What are they? I'd love to hear from you.
My goals are simple. I want to keep at this whole husband-and-dad thing. It's working for me. But I also want to write a book proposal for a nonfiction project -- I'm going to roll the dice again, and hopefully get another book deal this year. I have a great idea to start with, and the story begins in a cryonic vat out in Arizona. And in my evening hours, I also want to write a novel. It takes place in Virginia Beach, and it involves monsters of all kinds, along with an unseasonable blizzard. Some crazy stuff. Golly, I hope it doesn't suck!
Anyway, good luck to you all.
I hope your various holiday celebrations -- whether they involved Menorahs, Christmas trees, or dramatic readings of Richard Dawkins -- went well, and that you're all ready to face the year.
I actually love this part the best. The neighbors are grumbling as they take down their tacky lights. The dark and cold has settled in, like winter has finally gotten its act together. And the whole next year is a blank slate. And with few trips, parties, or errands to distract you, you have absolutely no excuse not to do the things you really, really want to do with your life.
What are they? I'd love to hear from you.
My goals are simple. I want to keep at this whole husband-and-dad thing. It's working for me. But I also want to write a book proposal for a nonfiction project -- I'm going to roll the dice again, and hopefully get another book deal this year. I have a great idea to start with, and the story begins in a cryonic vat out in Arizona. And in my evening hours, I also want to write a novel. It takes place in Virginia Beach, and it involves monsters of all kinds, along with an unseasonable blizzard. Some crazy stuff. Golly, I hope it doesn't suck!
Anyway, good luck to you all.