"Dear Me,":

"Dear Me,":
It's 2010 now, I can't believe a whole year has passed. Time to take stock, lay out the map of tomorrows plans. Taking that upgraded course really helped in October, got to figure out how to get the big bosses to utilize it. I really can't complain, work is great.So what, I think I need to do something else, The dog's almost on his last legs. Look into getting a puppy? Na, I don't have the time to paper train. I've been feeling this ache, an emptiness lately. I really can't say I don't know whar it is, it's that old need that keeps rearing it's head. Why do I have this overwhelming urge to create?
It seems like I'll get no peace until I put something, anything on paper. Not just on paper but do something with it, let someone else read it.

Ok, here's the plan, I'll try to to learn how to write this year. No, I will write. I will join some sort of writing group. I will get published - this year.(?)