I don't have all that much in the way of "looking back at this past year" to say. K. and I are happy and thinking we might be ready to expand the family next year, assuming she keeps peeling me down from the ceiling after the nervous fits thinking about it gives me. My waistline meanwhile is slowly shrinking. I'm content with only losing a couple pounds per month. As fun as drastic results can be, I'm frankly too old and set in my ways for them.
I am pretty psyched that I've done more writing in 2007 than in any year since the late 90s. I have enough dialogue for about five or six screenplays written and am slowly (if not yet surely) filling in the prose around it. That will come in 2008. If I have any resolution to make, it's to promise myself a genuine first draft by the time 2009 rolls around.
At that point, the book will probably be three times longer than it should be and direly in need of chopping and tightening. Not really sure how many more years after that it will take me to squeeze all the verbal coal into diamonds, but so far I'm still in love with it, so there's still decent hope that I'm in it for the long haul this time.
Hehe... diamonds... who am I kidding? I'll be perfectly content if I can just squeeze it into rhinestones.
Anyways, happy new year everybody!