New year, new me. Sort of. Not really.

Whew, it’s 7:56 pm as I start this – which means I still have time to implement one of my New Year’s resolutions.

Pretty much, I hate the whole idea of New Year’s resolutions because they ask you to list all the really crappy things about yourself and then prioritize to find the crappiest and then try to fix that one or those two. Then, if (when) you fail, say around February 1, you feel like you’re even crappier. That sounds fun.

I know my areas of – ahem – weakness. I don’t floss. I have a wicked sweet tooth. I still like Diet Coke even though chances are it’s making a nuclear wasteland of my brain. When I am trying to decide between a nice cup of herbal tea and a nice glass of wine, the wine usually wins. When I don’t feel like working out, I don’t. If I have something really funny to say but it’s a little bit snarky, I still say it. Sometimes I forget hostess gifts and thank-you notes. Sometimes I am doing something really nice for someone and I complain about it and then I lose ALL the celestial brownie points for being nice. I harbor a secret desire to paint my husband’s fingernails while he’s sleeping because he has GORGEOUS nails. I would be at a perfect weight if I lost ten pounds. Sometimes I still dream of being an only child. I get jealous of really good moms who also have really good careers. Sometimes I want to move to a desert island all by myself and stay there. There are days I eat M&Ms for lunch and cheese and crackers for dinner. Sadly, I could go on and on.

Mainly, though, one of my big self complaints is that I love to write and yet, in all the sadness and anxiety of that crummy S.O.B. that was 2013 (and 2012 wasn’t so hot either), I just stopped. Flat. Out. Stopped.

And now I want to start again, and there’s only one way to do it…wake up every day and write something.

So I’m going to try something that’s intrigued me for a while, and I am going to use writing prompts to try to write almost every day. I am going to post whatever I write here, because that holds me accountable. But I’ll go ahead and ask you now to not read what I write. I won’t put it on Facebook or Twitter unless it’s a real post; pretty much, if you’re answering writing prompts and listing what you did all day or using 650 words to explain you’re tired, it’s just not interesting writing. If it works, though, I will go back to semi-regular real posts in February.

So, this counts. Day 1.