It is a tradition to honour the arrival of a year with resolutions. A recent survey by a highly unaffiliated individual suggested, that new year resolutions are second only to love letters in their lies-per-words ratio. Inspired by this, I decided to forgo resolutions and be curiously consistent instead.
A resolution for a year is a big promise and I am a simpleton overwhelmed by its grandeur. A promise is similar to a deadlift–heavier the rod, shorter the lift. As a simpleton, I decided to rig the game and now I am making a promise to January instead of 2018. Here is the deal that we worked out, “I’ve to send three short stories for publication based on topics listed below, by the end of this month.”
Nothing is better than adding details to a promise you made and intend to keep; Ne Plus Ultra. I will be creating a print-ready copy of three short stories by the end of this January. Each story gets 7 days and a 3 day grace period (I was a project manager once and I know me). Let me know if you would like to help by reading the alpha-drafts and providing feedback. Here are the three themes for January:
- What’s left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars.
- States don’t have interests. People do.
- Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple. – Jack Kerouac
Have a wonderful year!