Last year I failed, big time.
This year I plan to spend more time writing and less time thinking about writing.
I plan to get up early, wrap myself in the blanket my grandmother crocheted for me, grab a cup of coffee, and write for an hour before anyone else wakes up.
I plan to keep going even when I think it's crap.
I plan to try ever-so-hard to avoid editing.
I plan to type until my fingers feel stiff and my right wrist burns from rubbing on the tape keeping my laptop together.