This was last year's resolution, but I went through a folder of stories I'd never gotten around to writing. The outlines weren't very good and I jumped over them and said "oh I better do things this way or that way or whatever."

I'm ready to go through these stories and don't care if they're any good. I noticed a date on some of the printouts--July 1997, just before I left my place at college. It was one of those times I tried to get a lot done before I had to pack up and go.

I've made my life so I don't have to pack up and go too often, but then that stability means I need to find new ways to poke myself into action. This time, I got sick of staring at the folder inside my file cabinets.

This is a good start, and I hope I continue to find excuses to get sick of stuff that sucks earlier and earlier.