My year of action, that is!
On Friday, after days of umming and aah-ing, I signed up for an Arvon Foundation course. This London gal will be Scotland bound in April. For a week of writing. A week of working solidly on my novel. And hopefully getting ideas and feedback and inspiration from others. Yes, it cost a bomb. But at last my money and my mouth seem to be meeting.
I said this was my year of action, and I meant it. And I've finally reached a point where I would rather fail than never try.
And making big happy decisions like this gives you free rein to go with your fiance to a fancy Italian deli/wine bar where you can drink red wine and eat cheese - lots of cheese - and raise a glass to your action, and think that finally, finally, you are making things happen for yourself.
Roll on April!