When I was young, the future — the high tech, science fiction future — was 2001. 2015 was, well, way farther into the future than that. And here I am. In the future.
I am not one for making New Year’s Resolutions, although I do have a weirdly OCD-ish infatuation with beginning new things on the first of the month. But let me say that I hereby resolve to get published this year. I’ve got a couple things cooking that I really want to complete. So that’s it. For 2015, my mission-type order to myself is: get published.
And have some fucking fun. I let too many things drag me down in 2014. Not this year. I need to lighten my emotional load.
2015: The Year of Fun. The future is here.