While we wait for some balls to drop

I'm thinking in cliches.

Long time, no blog.  Tap, tap.  Is this thing on? Someone please break my fingers already.

Here I am on the last day of what has been a very strange year, glad to see it over and wishing I could go back and do so many things differently. I wouldn't be me if I didn't second guess myself.

Am I looking forward to the coming new year?  Yeah, I am. In an effort to be less like myself, I've made some resolutions. They're pedestrian and I'll likely fail at least half of them by 12:10 a.m., but like Homer Simpson says, trying is the first step to failing.

I'm on it.

One resolution is (don't be shocked) to start writing again. I've considered going anonymously so I can put it all out there, but I'm just too lazy to bother. Plus by the time I get set up to write with a new name and a new blog, it'll be 2015 and I won't have kept a single resolution, carbs or not.

And I don't think it will be a bad thing for me to have a wee self-imposed filter in place. At least for a while. After a couple of years of mind-altering pharmaceuticals, I'm afraid the emotions that have started springing out at me like my sister used to do when she knew damn well that I was terrified of monsters in the closet will come spilling out onto the screen and oh god.  That will not end well.

So I ask you to watch this space. There will be new characters and different settings. I'll fill in the gaps and try to wrap up some old plot lines. Not because I really think you care or have given it much thought, but because of that Joan Didion quote:  I don't know what I think until I write it down.

I promise you no twerking, no fiscal cliffs and no Duck Dynasty.  I cannot promise you that I won't dive head first into whatever scandals and viral goblins seize our collective imagination in the coming year. I mean, some days that may be all that stands between me and those menacing emotions.

 For now, I wish you a happy, healthy 2014. What do you plan to do differently?