( 2020 new year – Depositphotos )
Just a few days now until the new year starts. Are you all ready? It isn’t just a new year, but a whole new decade starts this week, so it seems like a bigger deal than just every other New Year’s Day, doesn’t it?
That said, I am still working on my writing goals for the year. I had second thoughts about my list last week, about what I think I can really accomplish in the new year, so I took another look at them and made some adjustments. My plan is to wrap those up today and reprint my bright goal sheets for my planner and my bulletin board. My other project for today is to whittle down my choices for my word of the year. I don’t think I’ll get the list down to one today, but I still have a couple of days to do that. Today I’ll be happy to get it into single digits.
So I can get back to new year plans, I have a little story snippet today from my Common Elements Romance Project novella.
She’d spent half the night staring up at the darkness and worrying that she’d chosen wrong. What if she’d imagined the interest? What if she’d just made a huge mistake?
Lucie had been at the kitchen table with the teapot for two hours already, and was contemplating heating water for more tea when the knock sounded at the back door at eight-thirty. Her breath caught. Time to face the music. She bundled her sweater tighter as she got to her feet and went to open the door.
“Hi, Lucie!” Hayden bounded into the room, dragging his teddy bear by one leg. “I had cereal for breakfast today. What did you eat?”
She smiled, turning to watch him even though she was aware of his father stepping into the house. “I didn’t have breakfast, just tea.”
The little boy frowned. “Grandma says breakfast is im…imp…important,” he said carefully. “You shoulda had some of my cereal.”
She stifled a chuckle. “Thanks, Hayden. I’ll make up for it later.”
Nate closed the door, and her urge to laugh vanished as she glanced back.
“Good morning.” She blushed.
His somber gaze locked on hers. “Good morning. Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
She nodded. “Of course. We’ll be fine. I think we might bake cookies this morning. Or bread. Maybe both.” She shut her mouth to keep from chattering on stupidly.
The corner of his mouth twitched. “I’ll pop in when I finish staining these cabinets. You might be ready to get rid of him by then.”
“And maybe we could talk about last night,” he added in an undertone that made more heat rush to her face.
He grinned, and the dimple made her breath catch.
Are you still hashing out your 2020 goals, or are you ready for the new year to start?