Happy New Year! Can you believe it’s 2017? The older I get, the faster January seems to come around. My resolutions (I prefer to think of them as priorities) haven’t changed much, so this year, I’ll take a stab at predicting what will happen in 2017.
Despite Mom’s fervent prayers, Donald Trump will be President of the United States. I know this is a bitter pill for many to swallow — including yours truly. However, it is what it is. Trump haters are no better than the Obama haters of the past two elections. Get over yourself.
I will finish Cold Revenge, my next novel. Life often gets in the way of my writing plans, so progress has been slow. The story is coming together nicely and I’m hoping to finish by May 1.
Meryl Streep will win another Oscar. <shrugs> Okay, some things are automatic, but I’m predicting it anyway.
Living plants as hats will become a thing. Saw on Project Runway Junior it’s HUGE in China right now. Be a trendsetter at your office and re-purpose that holiday poinsettia.
None of my books will make the New York Times Bestsellers list again this year. Consequently, I won’t be appearing on television talk shows or be interviewed by Terri Gross on Fresh Air. It’s just as well. Travel wears me out.
Earth will not be invaded by aliens from another planet. They did a fly by last year, but concern about global warming prevented them from stopping. Fossil fuels rock!
Surgically implanted earbuds will become a reality. Many will see the expensive surgery as cheaper than constantly having to replace Apple’s pricey wireless earbuds.
Someone on Goodreads will post a really bad review for my next book, weeks before it’s released. Being the first to post a review is apparently semi-orgasmic. Posting a nasty review induces multiples. <shrugs> Whatever floats your boat.
Nobody who reads my blog will win the lottery. Sorry. May as well save your money. or maybe buy a couple of my books.
The world will not end. Nope. Not this year, but 2018 is a distinct possibility. Check back this time next year for an update.