Just like the roaring ’20s, but without prohibition. Everything else looks remarkably the same as it did 100 years ago.
Here’s to more reading, more writing, more mead, more rum, more everything this year. Especially writing. I’ve seen a few posts rolling around on social media talking about choosing a word for the new year, and I’d rather go with the theme of getting off my ass, especially when it comes to writing.
Since my annual furlough from work is about to start, and I have eight weeks to fuck around and not be beholden to an alarm clock, I’ve got plans. Viking and I are hitting the road with my Chromebook, and heading to the southwest for a road trip of camping, writing, and consuming as much coffee, tea, and rum as I can get my hands on.
Sometimes you need to hit the road to get out of your own head, and that’s how I’m feeling right now about life in general. I need to get comfortable with writing on a regular basis, and also become more comfortable with the characters I’m trying to write. To be honest, I need a break from ye olde daily grind, and I haven’t taken a proper road trip in three years. There’s a distinct feeling of needing to shake off the cobwebs, and since I have the free time and the dinero saved up, the only thing stopping me is getting off my ass.
Go figure, getting off my ass is turning out to be a good theme for me. Or at least a motivation to get stuff done.
I’m going to indulge in a rare moment of optimism, in saying that I hope 2020 is a good year for everyone.
And go find something new or something not so new this year that makes you happy. It doesn’t have to be anything major. Shit, if it’s just being able to get out of bed on a particularly hard morning, that’s enough. Let it be enough.
May your entire year be a critical hit.
And may all of my fellow rum fans be thankful prohibition is a thing of the past.