I don’t have any resolutions. I have hopes.
Wouldn’t it be nice if everything went right this year?
If Brexit is finally reversed.
If Trump is dumped.
If Pete Shelley and Mark E Smith were both found to be alive after all.
If I were to receive a publishing deal for 50 books.
If we travelled the world for months of adventure.
If I were to write 10 new novels from a headful of great ideas.
If the scientists finally crack fusion power and we can look forward to unlimited cheap, clean energy.
If renewable energy sources jump, worldwide to 95% of all energy production.
If there is a breakthrough in electricity storage.
If the whole world agrees to conserve nature and put 50% of the world over to the natural world, for the plants and animals.
If there is no more war.
If we end the year with a huge gathering of friends and family to celebrate the end of a perfect, wondrous year.
Wouldn’t that be nice?
Maybe some of it will actually happen? I can but hope. I can but dream.