I will write every day. I will write every day. Iwlll...

I don't make New Year resolutions. Just resolutions, yes, but not for New Year. If a decision is right, the best day for it is today. It doesn't make sense to associate it with your average date whose demarcation happens to stand out on some random calendar. Gregorian calendar in this case, but if it hadn't been for pope Gregory, the same day would have been thirteen days later. And if I were a practicing Jew, it'd be end of September.

Postponing things until that special date means succumbing to laziness, but without the disgrace of admitting it. Anyway, just now, tired after two days at a software conference, and having made yet another short story submission, with incredible strain of my willpower muscle I have forced myself to sit down and write. Instead of watching Pulp Fiction yet again, a treat I've been promising myself for weeks. I think, I'll get a beer, go to the bathroom mirror, and silently praise myself for the former and call myself a lying, procrastinating bitch for the latter.

You don't delay a present to yourself like that! Excessive restraint is as bad for your soul as any other excess.