There is only one new year’s resolution that a writer can honorably make: I will make no writing resolutions. Writing resolutions hang over our writing spirit much as this branch is suspended from a near-by pine. Any second, our resolutions can crash down us – reminders of how we have not kept them.
How does this – so to speak – strike you? (Remember that Jan. 1, was chosen for political expediency as the start of a new year in some places. Not everywhere.)
Soon after becoming Roman dictator, Julius Caesar decided that the traditional Roman calendar was in dire need of reform. Introduced around the seventh century B.C., the Roman calendar attempted to follow the lunar cycle but frequently fell out of phase with the seasons and had to be corrected. In addition, the pontifices, the Roman body charged with overseeing the calendar, often abused its authority by adding days to extend political terms or interfere with elections. H History
Here is Cin Norris, on Being faithful to her gift – or not
As long ago as I can remember, I have been telling stories. The craft of finding something new under the sun, of saying “there’s a story in there somewhere”, has always been with me. This faithful gift always follows me, pointing out the extraordinary in the everyday, but I have not been as faithful to it. It stays beside me and sometimes I give it a lot of attention, but usually just a pat on the head when it brings me an appealing tidbit that I file away and then forget.
If anyone asks what I do, I call myself a “domestic engineer” because “stay-at-home mom” sounds less than ambitious. I say I have been a licensed and certified Pharmacy Technician, a Forensic Technician, the business manager of a million dollar advertising agency, a cat behaviorist, etc., etc. For some reason, I always tack on “and I write some” as if it were shameful or hardly worth mentioning.
Am I a writer or am I not? There’s no third box to check, here. My gift waits patiently for me to stop avoiding it, to take a break from my endless list-making and busy work. It’s too patient, I think, and wish that it would grab my sleeve or at least pee on my leg, but I know I have to take the lead and honor the craft that has always honored me. Cin