I lied. I resolved to stop making New Year's resolutions many years ago, and I have kept it.
I've been working on this novel, and when it was almost finished I had a moment of brand name panic -- I must establish one, and I must blog, and review other books, and become a presence.
But I was too hasty, and I was heading off in too many diverging directions. And I got to the point where I couldn't even face the blog because I wasn't sure who I was writing for -- authors? readers? serious literary types? unapologetic fans of YA? sci fi readers? myself? faraway loved ones? the haters next door?
I finished the book and then I spent some time being exhausted and not thinking about it, and reading a couple of nice rejections I got when I thought I was almost finished. And after letting it all sink in, I think I wrote an average time-killer of a story, with plenty of thrills and adventure.
I also think that if I take one more re-drafting pass through it, it could be a pretty good story. So I'm going to be doing that. Once it's re-finished, it should be good to go.
As far as frantically trying to establish a brand name, I'll let the story speak for itself.
Meanwhile, I left the cat pictures up.