A new year always fills me with a sense of optimism, even though there’s the obvious certainty that so much of what I tell myself that I will do between January 1st and December 31st will not get done. Regardless, it’s nice to at least be ambitious.

Now that my undergraduate schooling is out of the way, you could say that I’m free to pursue other interests. Xenith has largely been on hold during this time, just as everything else was on hold: writing, reading, exercising, a healthy diet, haircuts, buying furniture on craigslist, et cetera. I feel like a functional human being again. Coincidentally, this human being is theoretically capable of reading and accepting submissions by the glorious writers that have continuously populated the pages of Xenith since its nascence in 1997; that is of course my point, and one of my resolutions (even thought I hate such a binding contract, it’s worth the commitment).

So in addition to writing 120,000 words of novel in 2010, I hope to take a more active roll in this magazine. There is so much potential here that I get nauseated thinking that it’s going to waste. Once things get moving—once I get back into the habit—we should be in good shape, ja?

I resolve to make 2010 exponentially more literary than 2009. I think we all deserve it.