I hate making resolutions and blame it on my grade school teachers. After returning from Christmas vacation, they always assigned a theme (remember those?) in which we described our New Year’s Resolution.
“My New Year’s Resolution is to be nicer to my brother and sister.” Yeah, right. That one didn’t last the day.
“This year, I’m going to work hard and get better grades.” That might have lasted a month or two.
As a kid, I think I also confused resolutions with my Catholic friends’ ideas of what they would give up for Lent.
“You’re giving up chocolate? For the whole year?!”
Despite this long-standing childhood trauma, and because the new year is an obvious point of change, I do spend a moment or two reflecting on the past year and thinking about the year to come.
2011 was the year…
…writing became more of a daily habit. While I wasn’t able to reach my goal of finishing my first draft, by the second half of the year, I put my “butt in chair” most every day. The word count wasn’t always great, but I learned to sit down and write something. Even if I cringed reading it later.
…I finally told people (other than my family) I was a writer. Writing was no longer just this thing I was learning to do in my spare time. It’s now a part of my life. A big part.
…I had to smash my husband’s dreams of livin’ the good life. I write because I love it, dammit. Not for the money.
Ideas, plans, and goals for 2012
Finish the first draft of Ancient Magic and revise it: Big surprise, huh?
Read more: I kept track this last year and read 19 novels. Which isn’t bad. But I could do better. Besides, I have these friends who do reading challenges and finish an outrageous number of books in a year. I’m curious to see what I could do if I put some effort into it. This has the potential added benefit of improving my writing. And it’s good material for blog posts. Win-win.
Watch less tv: I’m rather embarrassed by my recliner-potato habits this year. I’m not 100% sure, but this might have had an effect on my writing and reading. Maybe. Anyway, I solemnly swear to carefully consider my choices before vegging out. (But I absolutely, unequivocally, flat-out refuse to give up Dr. Who.)
Survive the “end of the world” in December and party my ass off next New Year’s Eve in celebration!