January! Argh! Can anyone think of a worse month? It’s dull, boring, dreary, and so dark in the mornings. It taunts me, it hates me. And somehow, those 31 days seem to blossom into 64!
But, recently, I’ve been thinking about it more objectively. How many times have you wished you had more hours in a day, more days in a week or a month…? I actually have those extra days, this month. I have 64 of them.
So instead of wishing the month over, I’m going to embrace it. My plans for this year are:
- Writing a short story for an anthology
- Writing a second draft of a novel
- Re-writing a novella and stripping it back to the story I really want to tell.
I should be able to do all that, now that I have an extra month, surely?
When outside looks like this, I really should be inside with a hot chocolate and all the left-over Christmas goodies.
What’s your favourite and worst thing about January?