Is this A New Hope -- OR-- The Phantom Menace?

Greetings, all.

In the great American tradition, I have made a New Year's Resolution. This is a bit of a change for me, since I have never been real big on self-improvement, seeing as how I am pretty damn awesome already. However, I'm always saying that I should write more than I do, so I figured this was a great opportunity to try to better myself.

My resolution (obviously) is to write more this year. My goal is to write once a day, be it here on my brand new weblog, or in my notebook at home. The whole point is just to get myself into a habit of writing. Even if it's just one paragraph about how dreadfully tired I am or a few new plot point possibilities for some story I haven't started writing yet or some other crazy project idea...really just writing anything I want to, simply for the sake of writing.

I've always been told I write well, and I have always been proud of my ability to prove those compliments. Lately, though, I've been wondering how I can justify believing the truth in that, when I've barely written anything substantial since college... it's been bugging me for quite some time, and I think this may be the first step to alleviating that nagging feeling and validating some of those 'he writes well' sentiments.

In the first week of this endeavor, which I have ingeniously titled Project Resolution, I pondered to myself about how best to use these writing sessions. I decided that I will make 'assignments' for myself each month, so I can hold myself accountable for some sort of progress toward some smaller goals. The first month's task is a short story...it may not be very good, but at least it's a start. If I have the balls to, or if I'm confident enough in it, I'll post a draft or two of it here for open critiques from my adoring fans. (Both of you.)

As for right now, I'm balls tired and I'm going to hit the hay. Here's to a new beginning!

Now leave me a comment and try to name the movie: "May your first child be a masculine child!"