1. Floss
If only I had been able to start writing! But, however I set about it (all too similarly, alas to the resolve to give up alcohol, to go to bed early, to keep fit), whether it was in a spurt of activity, with method, with pleasure, in depriving myself of a walk, or postponing and reserving it as a reward, taking advantage of an hour of feeling well, making use of the inaction forced on me by a day’s illness, the inevitable result of my efforts was a blank page, untouched by writing, as predestined as the forced card that you inevitably wind up drawing in certain tricks, however thoroughly you have first shuffled the pack.
Marcel Proust – The Guermantes Way
And that’s what I have to say about New Year’s Resolutions.
Actually, I need to re-read Proust. Yes, you read that correctly — RE-read. I had my first trip through À la recherche du temps perdu in 1994-1995. I’ve picked it up, on and off and on again, for years. I’m thinking it’s time again.
