This time I...
...will finish the second draft of my novel.
...will write some more ghost stories.
...will submit stuff for publication over and over and over again, knowing full well it will probably all be rejected but knowing I'll never know unless I try.
...will not take the first job that comes along (especially when those who know both me and the company warn me that I won't be happy).
...will not let the pull of a steady second income be more important than a rewarding life.
...will do more volunteer work in new, unexplored areas that might lead to a more rewarding life.
...will write more letters (hope all my sadly forgotten pen pals are reading this).
...will try to come to grips with the fact that the good old days of publishing, when brilliant people who were readers and writers themselves actually ran the companies, are gone.
...will admit that the likes of Eudora Welty, William Faulkner, and Wallace Stegner would probably never be published in today's world, and I will think hard about how to start a revolution to turn that around, because I would hate it if 100 years from now, the only books left to represent the early 21st-century are by Tom Clancy, Mary Higgins Clark, and Danielle Steel.
...will do all the things I'm always saying I will do and never have time, like exploring hiking trails in Pennsylvania, visiting museums in Philadelphia, going to Pittsburgh, etc.
...will read more books (of course!).
...will watch more movies.
...will cook and bake more.
Sounds like it's going to be a pretty good life, huh? Please keep reminding me of that for the days when it's not Easter, I'm not surrounded by loving friends and family members, the sun isn't shining, and the flowers aren't blossoming.