The New Year, For Real

I'm totally unprepared for the new year. Up to now, I've always made resolutions in the fall, because ever since I was in preschool, lo these many years ago, September (and then August) was the start of the year. A year ran from the fall to the spring. And now, I have to join most of Western humanity in recognizing January 1 as the first day of the year.

For the last two or so decades, my "new year" resolutions have mostly had to do with trying to sandwich writing and day-jobbing together: see more of my friends, take some time off, finish ms. X while making revisions on ms. Y.

Seeing the friends takes a bit more effort than it used to, but I think I'm doing okay. I've been pretty strict about the time off, even during NaNoWriMo. As for productivity--my agent has one project out; a second is close but might need another tweak or two, depending on said agent's thoughts after seeing the latest revision; I'm struggling with the last half-chapter of my NaNoWriMo project (it seems so obvious that it clunks); and I've made a good dent in a new non-fiction work. So that makes four in various stages of completion, and I think I'm doing okay here too.

All I can come up with is to get more of an on-line presence. So here I am, blogging, and I will do my best to tweet (still haven't warmed up to Twitter) at least once a day.

Seems kind of feeble, though. Any ideas?