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So Long, Fatty 2010...Welcome Slimmer 2011!!!

Ah, 2010 is drawing to a chilly close. It was a good year, all in all, I think. I worked like mad to find homes for several stories, I laughed a lot, and I found out that I'm a pretty tough cookie.

What will 2011 bring? Well, for one I hope it brings even more laughter with people that I love. I'm making 2011 The Year of Slimming. That would be not only a slimmer waistline but a slimmer life in general. I'm challenging myself big time and cutting out the extras that I love way too much. We're talking sparkly things, spur of the moment "wants," sodas, sweets, rich and fattening foods, my beloved wine... (say it isn't so!!!!) I think that by slimming I'll have more time, money, smiles and better health. If I fail, I'm not going to beat myself up over it.

Writing-wise, I'll keep honing my skill and send out at least 10 short stories, send out my novel to at least 5 agents, and write two novels. Hmm...10-5-2...maybe I'll play those numbers in a lottery and see what happens. Wish me luck!

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  1. AnonymousJanuary 1, 2011 at 9:33 PM

    Good luck Carey. I am pretty much doing the same thing.

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  2. Carey BurnsJanuary 4, 2011 at 8:31 PM

    Thanks, Ken and good luck to you as well. We can do this!!!

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