Okay, coming into the first weekend of 2014, I see one of the New Year's resolutions included just plain asinine weather to kick off the year. Monday, when me and my fiance return to work, we will be greeted by the following forecast: High 0 degrees, Low -2 degrees and Windy. That's the first Monday of the year. So far, I'm not impressed. Try harder, New Year.
Having started strong but finishing with a whimper for National Novel Writing Month back in November, coming in around 11,000 words before a crazy schedule took over, I have placed that project on one of the many backburners as I try to rein in my publishing efforts for the year. I intend to release a new eBook of the blog stuff (my first since 2006), tentatively entitled Knuckle Deep, long around late-February/early March, and with the creative juices flowing, I'm a good 7,500 words into what will be my first novel. This one is tentatively entitled The Ninth Cloud, and I am hoping to have it ready for press by June, and more details (possibly an excerpt) by the end of this month or February.
Of course, feeling a little weird now that I no longer have Probably Uncalled For to plan out for Wednesday nights. A nice sendoff for the show, with the finale currently at #6 on the Blog Talk Radio podcasting chart, the show's highest position in several months. Of course, as I have maintained all along, Free Rein Radio will return at some point in the upcoming year, network to be determined. I, on the other hand, will be returning to Blog Talk Radio with a Saturday afternoon show, probably as Spring approaches. I'll be looking to go back to a one-hour format, and most likely it will be a little more news & current affairs oriented.
My Tweet of The Week: Yeah, since I'm starting with January 1, it was a thin race this week, but I decided this one best sums it up. Behave. That's all you really got to do this year, just behave. Don't worry about 99% of the bullshit resolutions you made. It's a 50/50 shot- 50% of you did this shit last second, and that kind of impulsive shit, unless it's a tattoo, is not going to last.
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