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Time for a quarterly-review, or whatever those dreadful things are called when you take a step back and see what the last 3 months has yielded.....

Here we are at the end of March, well, almost the end, and I thought I'd take a step back and see just where I've gotten after 3 months. Now, what were those pesky resolutions again?

Ah, yes....there was one about keeping this blog updated on a regular basis....and there was one about writing more diligently, in hopes of finishing this mess of a novel that leaked out of my brain during NaNoWriMo. There might have been a couple of other resolutions, but, they've probably been long abandoned and are now forgotten  (as my usual staying power is not quite a month)

Goal 1:  Keeping blog updated--- I must admit I have done better with this resolution than expected. I have already surpassed the number of blog posts in any of my past blogging years. Though, lucky for me, I'm not here to judge the quality of those blogs as their content has been bizarrely scattered and many times, far from productive--- but a blog update is a blog update, right?

Goal 2:  Finishing Tangle of Matter and Ghost--- this has been more of a struggle, but, I have not given up hope! This has been, by far, the most complicated piece I've ever attempted and I have been tempted, more than once, to give it up. But, there is a natural masochist tendency in my character that continues to endure the tortures this novel-in-progress is inflicting upon me.
I've added roughly 10K more words and fleshed out a superficial synopsis, just to know who's doing what to whom.... I've even broken up the original 50K-word document into 33 more manageable scenes---which, I hope will make taming this Tangle more manageable.

Hmmm, so, nothing drastically impressive, but, nothing to kick myself in the trouser-seat about. I am continuing my resolutions, though at a pace that would disgust a snail---but, I am continuing! And, that, my lovely minions, is all that matters!


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