If I didn’t go now, I’d have to wait until 2021.
It was this—the inherent uncertainty of any long gap of time—that convinced me to go to the recent writers’ conference of the Historical Novel Society’s North American chapter, held June 20-23 in Oxon Hill, Maryland.
Writers’ conferences are expensive, even more so with the exchange from Canadian dollars for those held in the United States. Still, as a writer of historical fiction, I felt it was important for me to go.
For people with New Year’s Resolutions, the middle of the year is truly do or die time.
On the one hand, if you’ve yet to do any work toward your goals for the year, mid-year seems to represent the latest you could realistically start and still achieve the full desired result.
And just like that, a quarter of the year has passed.
It’s time for me to make account of my progress on my New Year’s Resolutions for 2019.
It’s said that a goal without a plan is just a wish.
Also, that if you fail to plan, you plan to fail.
“New year, new you”, so the popular saying goes.
However negatively this mantra tends to be received, especially online, I am here for it because for me, I have a pretty good track record of making it work.
Maybe it’s morbid to talk about your inevitable death on your birthday.
Or maybe one’s birthday is an ideal time to reflect upon the natural ending of things, as well as the things you want to accomplish before your own end time, and more importantly, the barriers, both real and imaginary, that stand in your way.