Is the grass always greener on the other writer’s metaphor?
Well, folks: it’s that time again, when we look back on the achievements of the year – or in some cases, our complete lack of them.
(You could say it’s also the time of year when bloggers start planning their New Year’s Resolution posts for the first week of January, because nothing scores hits like hand-me-down resolutions from other people… but that would be cynical, and as we all know, I am an eternal optimist whose positive sense of hope and bonhomie is matched only by my ability to lose weight and write catchy pop tunes.)
But with all these thoughts of taking stock, counting blessings and adjudicating ourselves into an early eggnog, it’s made me think about what writers do to themselves, when they wish for things.
After all, you’d be hard pressed to come up with a person…
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