New Year’s Eve is upon us. The
ball is about to drop. And this
slacker writer has done it again, made a challenge she couldn’t possibly meet. Right? Wrong. I told
you I hated quitting. I also
warned you these twelve blogs wouldn’t all be long and eloquent. So here’s my plucky, pithy attempt at
meeting my goal. For the sake of
the inboxes of those of you who get each post emailed, I’m sending out blogs
five through one in a single post (but I am still counting it as five separate
blogs!). If you’re already
enjoying some New Year’s Eve wassailing (sorry, I had to work it in one last
time!), then may these not add to your hang-over headache too much come 2012. You can always pace them out to end on
the epiphany, which is when the twelfth day of Christmas truly falls, but I
have a resolution to keep!
Five Golden Things
joked in my first of these blogs that though I could do without the avian
gifts, I wouldn’t mind the bling of forty rings. At the price of gold, I’d even make room for a flock of
feathers if it were a package deal only.
However, I don’t think the Twelve Days of Christmas or most other gift
exchanges are truly about the gifts.
If that were the case we’d all be calling ourselves “haulers”
and posting videos on YouTube sharing our haul of gifts item by pricey item…ok,
so apparently people do this, but I still think it’s the minority. Then again, I still delude myself into
thinking the number of Americans who have made it through an entire episode of
Jersey Shore is a minority. But I
digress. I was writing myself
nicely into a beautifully sentimental cliché: neither money nor gifts can buy
us happiness. Gold is a cold hard
metal. Golden describes those
things that make the cold, hard parts of life worth wading through.
was blessed to spend this holiday season in the warmth of welcoming homes,
eating too much, doing too little, but otherwise healthy, and surrounded by
friends, family, and pets. We
exchanged gifts, but more importantly we exchanged what makes us golden: our
love, laughter, and generosity. I
hate to anger the literary gods by arguing with one of the greats, but I’m
going to risk it. Robert Frost got
it wrong when he claimed “nothing gold can stay.” Sure, we and the people we love will
grow old, our health may not always be great, and our bellies may not always be
full, but so long as we can remember with a grin the times when they were,
Four Fashion Faux Pas
hate to see the holiday season coming to a close. I’ll miss the lights, the bright colors, the sugar I’ve been
feeding into my body like a crack addict.
Ah, yes, the January doldrums, as well as the DT’s, will hit hard come
Monday. (Hey, I have plans for
both lunch and dinner tomorrow; cut me some slack.)
thing I won’t miss about the holidays is the poor taste that seems always to
accompany it. I am certainly not
an expert on fashion. If I happen
to coordinate an outfit well, it’s likely because I saw it on a mannequin at a
store or copied the look from a more fashion-forward friend or respected
celebrity. Despite that, I feel I
possess enough taste to rag on those people who use the holiday season as a
reason to throw out any semblance of style. Here’s my list of fashion don’ts for future holidays.
Dressing your pet, corny, but acceptable.
Dressing like your pet–in matching sweaters, vests, or other ornaments
of poor taste–a little pathetic.
Dressing your car. It’s a gas
guzzling SUV, not an eco-friendly friggin’ reindeer, people. Loose the wreaths, antlers, and shiny
red nose. Save those for Fido.
Forgo the fake fur. If it looks
like it belongs trimming Santa’s hat, leave it on Santa’s hat. It does not belong adorning the tops of
your stripped knee-high socks or the bottom of your sweater, unless of course
you’re entering an ugly sweater contest, in which case, fringe away!
4. Lose the neon 2012 glasses. These were fun in 2000, and perhaps
acceptable through 2009, when the zeros fell over your eyes, so you could still
see. The last three years they’ve
just gotten a bit ridiculous. I
know the people donning these tonight are likely already wearing their beer
goggles, so perhaps they think they look as good as the scary dude they’re
hitting on, but if you happen to be a designated driver tonight and come across
anyone wearing these, please remove them.
Friends don’t let friends become victims of drunk-dressing.
Three Good Reasons
I had a bottle of champagne in the house, I’d be popping the cork just about
now. No, not because it’s New
Year’s Eve, but because this blog marks post number forty. Last New Year’s I began my blog by
thanking the Kardashians for giving me the courage to blog about my mundane
life to the world in hopes that a handful of people would care enough to read
about it. It was intended to be a
weekly blog, though that idea lasted about as long as Kim’s latest
marriage. Still, I’m glad I kept
at, even sporadically, and intend to extend it well into 2012. The public still watches the
Kardashians, so maybe my small group of readers will show the same amount of
enthusiasm, or at least tolerance, that we give to other time-sucking
not so sure I’ve truly embraced my inner-Kardashian in 2011, but blogging has
had other benefits. Being
primarily a fiction writer, writing non-fiction on a semi-regular basis has
challenged me. First I had to take
topics I was passionate about and relate them to people and life in general. Not everyone is a write,r or a teacher,
or a single woman, but my passion, my career, and my life situation pose the
same struggles and offer the same opportunities to laugh as most other people’s
lives; the key finding that bigger picture.
second good reason to blog on is that blogging has helped me find my
voice. Not to brag, but I’ve
always been pretty good with characterization–of fictional characters. No matter how piss poor my plot
development might be, I know my characters inside and out and can convey that
with a bit of skill. If you can
create interesting characters readers will forgive an awful lot in terms of
plot. I think the same can be said
for writing nonfiction. There were
many weeks I didn’t have anything profound to say or interesting to share, but
once I found my voice and allowed myself to write honestly, few of you cared
what topic I chose. It’s
fascinating for me to discover and then unfold in my fiction the ins and outs
of a character I’ve created, but it’s been just as eye opening to find and
share similar insights into myself.
considered the possibility that the final benefit blogging has had is teaching
me about brevity. That would be a
lie. My posts from week one to now
have slowly grown in length and the sequel I completed during the same course
of time, which I thought contained a much tighter plot structure than book one,
weighed in almost thirty pages longer.
So brevity is not what keeps me blogging, or writing in general. But the support of every one of you who
has read my blogs, or my books, or both and sent along an encouraging word, a
funny comment, or a bit of advice has made every week I struggled for a topic
and every afternoon I opened the mailbox to another rejection letter
worthwhile. So this year I’m not
thanking the Kardashians, who really don’t deserve such praise, but I am
thanking my family, friends, and coworkers for tolerating forty blogs, two
novels, a couple short stories, and whatever the new year brings!
Two New Resolutions
I want to eat healthier, work out more, stress less, meet Mr. Right, stop
procrastinating, etc., etc. These
are resolutions we all make, and mostly break year after year. I will eat like a rabbit until the
first piece of cake passes under my nose at a team meeting after my least
favorite class. I will lift and
run and sweat like a fiend until the first cold knocks me out and I remember
why it was I loved my couch so much.
I will not stress less, because I will be half-starved from dieting and
sore from working out. I may meet
Mr. Right, but with my luck I’ll be wearing my goofy running hat, fourteen layers
of winter gear, and sporting a snotty red nose that always accompanies a
cold-weather run. As for
procrastinating, I’ll get back to you on that one–later.
might assume from that previous paragraph that I’m throwing in the towel before
Dick Clark has slurred one word on his Rockin’ Eve. Sorry, Mr. Clark, but there is a time to throw in the towel,
and, for you, it has long passed.
As for me, I’ve still got a few rounds left to go, I’ve just decided not
to waste them being predictable.
And therein lies my resolution.
This year I resolve to step outside my comfort zone on a more regular
basis. There’s no guarantee that
by taking more risks I will publish a book, finish a half-marathon, and find a
great guy. But I can guarantee
that by not taking risks none of these aspirations will come to fruition. And if I needed any more inspiration
than calling for take-out by myself the final Friday night of the year, it was
found in my fortune cookie: Do not fear failure. Excellent advice, mediocre sushi.
One Happy Year
the topics I’ve written about over the last year, I realize I’ve done more than
my fair share of griping. I’ve
complained about the weather. (If
you haven’t blocked it from your memory, this time last year we were just
beginning the weather pattern that had us all wondering if the Armageddon was
coming in the form of never-ending snowstorms.) I’ve moaned about money and how there’s never enough,
groaned about dating profiles and how they all suck, and tried my best to put a
positive spin on confidence crushing rejection letters that seemed to keep
coming. I guess after all that it
seems kind of crazy to end the year by saying it wasn’t so bad, but it wasn’t. The plummeting real-estate market led
to reduced condo fees and taxes; even my adjustable mortgage went down–I didn’t
even know that was possible. My
rant on dating profiles got me published for the first time since the Lobby O
(my high school newspaper). And I
was able to swallow my own Pollyanna view of rejection letters and keep
writing. More importantly my
family and friends remained healthy, I became an aunt (of the unrelated sort),
and I’ve met some great new people through all my adventures and misadventures.
2012 bring about as many reasons to gripe and as many blessings to count as
2011. Happy New Year’s!