Seriously, here I go:
I, tall penguin, do solemnly swear that I will write at least one page towards THE BOOK every day during 2010. I also swear to checking in with you, my reader, each and every day to notify you of my progress. If I do not, I hereby give you permission to comment here, email me or call my lazy ass and harass me. Amen.
So, that's it people. That's my big resolution for the new year. I had other resolutions, like quitting smoking and moving into a completely vegetarian diet, but hell, to do this book thing I'm going to need to bribe myself with the occasional clove cigarette and Big Mac. You have to choose your battles.
In other news, dogs everywhere have begun wincing in pain as the tall penguin whine of avoidance gears up for full throttle. You know full well that half of my check-ins are going to be me complaining about how much I hate writing, don't you? If we make it through this year together, I will officially move you from the reader category into the friend category. And possibly buy you a beer. Or at least send you a picture of myself drinking a beer in your honor. When I hit the bestseller list then I'll buy you a beer.
Geez, I'm afraid to hit "post" on this entry. It's been a long time since I've allowed myself to be held accountable for anything of this magnitude. I feel like I'm committing myself to birthing a hundred-pound baby. And so it begins.