Pre-New Year resolutions

This is the getting-ready-to-make-a-New-Year-Resolution post. See below for version 1 of this year's batch of promises I make to myself. Or in other words, how to spend time doing anything but editing my current WIP by philosophising over various matters.
    Anyway, current plan for next year is: Finish editing the Gorge Creek book (NZ historical romance). You have to do this Mary, damn it. Get it finished, get it sent off and enter into the RWNZ Clendon comp - then get on to the next project you really want to write.
     Currently this is a SF novel, with a broad climate change theme. There will probably be a romantic element, but it's not the main storyline. I've got a rough outline written - otherwise known as the cursed synopsis.  And both main characters, the general cultural background,  and the main conflict points  sketched out. Very prepared for me.  Usually I just write madly to find out who my characters are and what happens to them. But I need to do a lot of research on climate change and ecology to find out if my broad precept will work.
     OK so that's the writing schedule done. Now to just fit in real life (ie the paid work that feeds and clothes me, and the family that makes it all work) and a couple of uni papers. Yeah, chicken feed. Watch this space for versions x,y, z and so on to the nth degree.

My writing

Since this is a writing blog, it seems only reasonable to add some of my own writing. Poetry is something I rarely attempt - but this one appealed to me. My apologies for those out there who are so much more proficient at this most difficult of writing forms than I am.

Listen to a Waterfall 

I sit silently on the bank

                                    To watch the water fall.

A cascade plummeting down the cliff

                                    And careering into the rocks

Protruding from each pillared

                                    Side and playful ledge.

I watch the light twist and tumble

                                    In a misty turmoil of

Fractured rainbows caught in a

                                    Cloud of watery chaos.

Surging down then swirling

                                    Up as the still heart of the fall

Becomes the roar of the pool

At the base and echoes back to me

In a rage of racked and pummelled

                                    Carnage rich with reverberant life

That drowns the meaningless tears

                                    That drew me here.