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Regardless of where you live or which holidays you observe, there’s something about the beginning of a new year that feels special. It’s like waking up to find your neighborhood blanketed with freshly fallen snow: not a single footprint or tire mark to be seen. At least, that’s what I remember from the years before I called Texas home and snow became about as real to me as Santa Claus. For a writer — for this one at least — the feeling is similar to pulling out a fresh sheet of paper or opening a blank Microsoft Word document.