For me, there had always been something magical about December 31st, where the possibilities of recreating and realigning yourself exist. You go to bed one person, and the next morning you could begin a new year as someone else. Every year I had a chance to finally get it right. All my life, I have..
I think of great authors like Hemingway or Austen, and I can imagine them toiling away, putting thought, word and deed to paper. I envision more modern and beloved authors of mine like Douglas Preston or Erin Morgenstern drafting copies of literary magic, sitting in airy sunlight rooms where the gentle crash of..