I'm with you on the submissions. Right now I've got 3 prose pieces out, along with several poems and art pieces. By July I should have heard back about most of them. One story is waiting to be re-sent (I printed out several submission guidelines last night). I've got poetry, artwork, a book review, and an article forthcoming. Another article is about to be reprinted.

Other resolutions are contract- and obligation-driven: final proofing of Covenant before it goes to print in August (yay!), plus putting together the Florida State Poets Assn. anthology. This is my 5th year of producing the anthology, 3rd year of editing it. With everything else that's happening I will step back from that, at least for a while. The schedule conflicts have already begun -- usually the FSPA's annual convention occurs in mid-October, but this year it's at the end of the month, when I'm already committed to the St. Petersburg Festival of Reading for book promotion. It's a happy conflict, but still. I've already got people, bless them, stepping up to the plate to handle anthology distribution for me.

And writing books #5 and #6 in my series. That will be ongoing for a while.
AND making sure I stay healthy enough to do it all!

I resolve to not set foot on a college campus.

Period.

Not gonna do it.

Nope.

Uh-uh.

...and yeah, all that writing stuff, too. ;-)

To Do List:

Summer reading list (planned)
1) Finish Moby Dick

Summer writing list
1) finish "The Opposite of Kissing" a short novel
2) finish "The Book of Sketches Vol.2" short fiction / microfiction / short shorts / sudden fiction
3) finish volume of poetry 2006-2007

Possible things to do:
1) maybe submit some pieces
2) maybe get some rejections
3) maybe not

My professional resolutions are: To win the screenwriting competition I just entered, and to finish an old project. Personal ones: I want to have truckloads of fun in another city. Both aspirations seem reasonably within my grasp. (-;

I'm in survival mode, cleaning and remodeling a house so as to make it livable by the end of July, when our lease is up. The house was a steal, and structurally sound, but had housed a hoarder/compulsive shopper. For weeks after she died, UPS and FedEx trucks arrived daily. Been working on this since the end of March, and other than daily journaling have written nothing since then.

Talked to my agent for an hour yesterday, getting her comments and suggestions on an early draft of a novel. When I told her I hoped to get back to writing in two weeks, and that I had missed it desperately, I nearly began to cry.

I realize that writers' lives tend to run in cycles. I hope I've hit bottom on this, and am looking at an upswing.