A New Year

So I'm back in L.A., after spending ten days with my folks back on Long Island, New York, where I grew up.

It reminded me why I don't like the cold -- and it was a warm Christmas back east. Not helping was the fact that my parents' house is always cold (I guess they don't feel it) while because of their septic tank we were limited to 60-second showers.

We visited my sister in Connecticut, and the wife and I spent another day driving down to Philly just for the hell of it, where an old friend showed us around. We did the two big tourist things there -- we ran up the Rocky steps, and had an original Philly cheesesteak.

(Yeah, yeah, I know. We also drove past the Liberty Bell, and waved at it. But the line was too long, and there was no place to park).

I didn't see a single movie over the break, or read anything, or even watch much TV. I'm not sure what I did. I do feel recharged, though.

It terms of resolutions, it's all about the writing thing. Hopefully the screenwriting group I joined will keep me writing regularly. Otherwise, I need to just get what I have out there, and try to take advantage of my living in L.A. to make something happen on the screenwriting side.

Happy New Year. Let's all have a good one.