I read 32 books this year.
This number could (and should) have been higher but I was eaten alive by graduate school this fall semester. Perhaps the upcoming year will be more productive. I’ve started 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami and No Touch Monkey! by Ayun Halliday. This should keep me occupied when I don’t wanna do thesis and capstone stuff. But let’s just remember that I do indeed have to write two major papers before I can hold that Master’s degree in my hand this May.
Not only that – but I want more poems published, perhaps get a cool book deal (novel or travel narrative collection), and also travel some more with Mary. I also just want to write more in general, but specifically I would like my hard-cover journal to be filled to the brim so that I have to purchase a new one before the year is out. Or by the time the end of the world hits. Isn’t that some time next December?
Also a job (or jobs) would be good. Preferably decent-paying ones in the Cleveland area. No more Toledo after this semester. Nosiree…
