This is just a short note about not counting your lack of chickens before they fail to hatch. Writing has been dragging for me, lately. I mean draaaaagiiiiiiing. Not fun to do, and not good to read. It’s been one of those periods where I peruse the want-ads to see if maybe there’s something else …
This post is part advice to myself, and part love note to the 1944 film The Uninvited. Kind of an odd combination (not that I ever claimed to be normal!).
I’m usually not much for New Year’s resolutions (I prefer to be as irresolute as possible), but this year I want to be more decisive. So I’m starting with four resolutions I know I can live with.