I'm not a big fan of fireworks, but most of the time I don't mind them. When it's a well done large production, I sometimes enjoy them. Especially if it's done to music. I love music. But when they are being shot off in the neighborhood at one a.m. on a Sunday night/Monday morning that isn't the 4th of July, I loathe them. Wait, it's not the fireworks I loathe, it's the idiots who think it's perfectly ok to shoot them off at this hour in an urban area. It is the same every year starting about a week before the Independence Day holiday. I get self-conscious if my dogs start howling between the hours of nine pm and nine am. I'm still a little embarrassed if they do it during the day, but as long as it isn't going on for too long, I know it's not really bothering anyone. I just wished everyone in my neighborhood shared my view of this common courtesy. Just because you don't have to be up at five am to go it work doesn't mean nobody else does. (Oh, I would be referring to my husband, not myself.)
Today is the first day of the New Year and while it really isn't much different than yesterday (it is almost noon and again I am still in my pajamas), I am among the mass mind set that it is the day for new beginnings. I know from prior experience that the gyms are crowded right now and that stores are stocking the shelves with home organization products (that reminds me, the Elfa sale at The Container Store should be starting soon). Which brings me to my not quite so new beginning. While I've always enjoyed writing, it wasn't until almost three years ago that I started writing my first novel. I've since finished it (and I use finish loosely because it is always evolving and I imagine will continue to do so until the day it is finally published) and started working on a second and third with more ideas in mind. Well this is the year that I step things up and make my writing a priority. I need to spend everyday writing in some form whether it be on this blog, a ...
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