Okay, so today, I got off to a pretty good start on one of my resolutions, which is to spend at least two hours writing each day (well, at least Monday through Friday. On days when the kids are in school. And I don’t have class. And I don’t want to work out. And it’s too cold to walk the dog.)

Just kidding. My resolution really is to spend at least two hours writing each day, no matter what. It will be a little more difficult, I admit, when the kids are home and the weather gets warmer, etc., etc., etc., but I have also admitted to myself that discipline will ultimately either be my key or [the lack thereof] will be my downfall. To that end, I decided that I would begin practicing the “butt-in-the-chair” philosophy I’ve heard touted by other so-called [more]successful writers.

So today I came in from the bus stop, planted my butt in the chair,  and disappeared into another world. When I looked up next, over three hours had passed. Looks like this could be a dangerous resolution for me to keep.  And while I don’t think I will ever be as insanely focused as the one writer I heard of who ignored the pile of dog vomit on her living room floor in order to stick to her self-prescribed writing regimen, still, I can’t wait to see just what kind of literary havoc I can wreak with a little discipline and (let’s face it) a really flat butt.