The Authorian Calendar

If you are looking for a treatise on resolutions or *gulps* a list of things to change or do in 2015, you can go ahead and turn yourself around right now.

There will be no talk of the “r-word” (I’ve already written the overused, overblown word once, and that for clarity sake alone. I will not do it again!... Wait a minute, is that vow an “r-word” itself? Crap. I hate New Year’s Day.)

No, my reasons for disdaining January 1 truly has nothing to do with the usual disquieting regrets. I simply can’t identify with the holiday.

The authorian calendar a writer often lives by ignores such dates.

So a year ends. Big deal. I’ll save my champagne for “The End” I type on the final page of a novel freshly completed.

My calendar is defined by start dates, deadlines, word quotas, cover reveals and release days. I’ve got no time or affinity for a holiday based on nothing but a change of month and year.

Sorry.

Ok, maybe I’m not.

I like the authorian life. In fact, I kind of love it. I think I’ll keep it.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe