Amature Night

I’ve been reading all about 2014 assessments and 2015 resolutions. I never make resolutions, but I’ll blog later about my business plan. Tonight is the big night, and I’ve called it amature night for decades.

I grew up in a small Nevada town where you didn’t have to wonder if the other drivers had been drinking; of course they had. Hell, I did it myself. It was a different time, and in the 1970s, the cops used to make you drive yourself home as punishment.

New Years Eve was the one time to avoid the casinos, stay off the roads, and keep it indoors. I’ve lived by that rule for a long time now. I no longer drink and drive, and haven’t since the 1980s.

Tonight, Old What’s Her Face* and I are staying home. My first order of business was to buy so many books I’ll probably never get them all read.

I like to support indies and my writing friends. With this in mind, I downloaded:

Hats Off to Murder, by D. S. Nelson

No Good Deed, by Tim Baker

One of these is a writer friend. (With a new baby.) The other one I just met through our blogs, and he came highly recommended by another blog friend.

I’m not ready to give up conventionally published fiction. I have some favorite authors, and downloaded two of them:

Maplecroft, by Cheri Priest

Proven Guilty, book #8 of The Dresden Files, by Jim Butcher.

While the amatures are working on their headaches, losing their keys, and making bad choices, I’ll be having a quiet celebration at home. I made my bad choices years and years ago.

So if I’m not an amature, what am I? I’ll just say I’m not a tea totaller.

Happy New Year everyone, and have a safe one. I have some reading to do.

* Not my wife’s birth name. Oh, and she is a tea totaller.