Well, we watched the ball drop last night but I couldn't stand to watch poor Dick Clark another minute, so we switched to Alicia Keyes telling me to kiss her like I'd never see her again. Knowing my lovely wife, if I did kiss Alicia I'd never see ANYTHING again.
The home team has spent the last week or so building a plan for 2008 intended to break my writing into the mainstream outside my home area. We ended up considering what seemed like hundreds of options, each with a long decision tree. Mailings? Sure, but to who? Where? When? How many? What will the postcard say? And that's just one tiny bit of the puzzle. But we have arrived at a conclusion.
Arrived? We always make it sound as if a conclusion is a place. Well, maybe it is. It's the place where you got tired of thinking.
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