2015 Goals

Another New Year Resolutions post. I know, I know and even worse it's a listicle. It’s awful isn’t it? But as you may have noticed in the title these are not resolutions. It’s easy to resolve to exercise more, to finish that second draft of your novel *cough, cough*, to stop having breakfasts comprised of coffee and chocolate chip cookies, but as we all know time marches ever forward and as the calendar moves farther away from January it becomes far too easy for the resolutions of the new year to be thrown on the midden heap along with the Christmas tree and that last bit of fruitcake from your Aunt Agnes.

But these are not resolutions. No. They are goals. An entirely different beast altogether. And I am making my goals for 2015 public. I want to be held accountable, by you, dear reader. And to be sure there will be an accounting at year’s end. Without further rambling here are my goals for this year.

1. Write every day. You’ll notice that I did not say ‘publish every day,’ or even ‘write well every day.’ It is enough to write. Time and perseverance will take care of the rest. Or so I’m told.

2. Finish the middle grade novel that I’ve been working on for far too long. Seriously. I am sick, sick, sick of it. Most of it is still in first draft. The first chapter is finished but perhaps in need of a polish. I want to finish the rest of the damn, smelly, old thing so I can start querying it and write something else. 

3. Get a new personal website up and post to it semi-frequently. See? You’ve already helped me to knock this goal off the list. Ok, we’ll wait till the end-of-the-year accounting before we cross it off the list, but we’re off to a great start.

4. Finish the first draft, and illustrations for the picture book I’ve been working on for far too long. See no. 2 above.

5. Read more books. Thanks to the app I was using on my iPhone to keep track of the books I read–Ita if you are curious– I lost my list. I managed to reconstruct most of it from memory, although I know that there are books that I have left off it. I was surprised to find out that the library does not keep any kind of record of the books one checks out. I mean, I can see why they don’t. It seems like a fairly large privacy issue. You can tell a lot about a person by what they read after all. But still. I would expect that there must be a database with my name on it and a record of the titles I checked out last year. Alas, it seems there is not. From my reconstructed list it appears I read a mere 34 books in 2014. Lets go ahead and round that up to 40 as I’m sure that there are a few books I’ve forgotten. Let’s shoot to double that for 2015. Eighty books. There. I have put myself on notice.

6. Exercise more. I know this is on everyone’s list, but every year it seems harder to do the things I used to do with ease. I don’t want to get too bogged down with this so let’s shoot for 10,000 steps a day and three days a week of squats, pull-ups, curls, and pushups. 

7. Read more comics. For someone who would like to write comics I read an abysmally small number of them this year; about 5-6 titles at best. Let’s triple that shall we?

8. Pitch more nonfiction.

 

A Blank Slate

It's been a hell of a year. I felt that I might not make it through 2014 at times, but nevertheless here we are in 2015. Among the many personal tragedies, small and large, of 2014 TextDrive finally went under after dangerously listing for years. Along with it went my blog and its archives from around 2003 or so. Unfortunately 2014 also saw the demise of several hard drives upon which resided the backups of said blog. Which to be honest is probably for the best. One can only hope that there are no copies floating around the internet.

So, here we are, a new year and a new blog. A blank slate so to speak. Glorious white space–comprised of ones and zeros–waiting to be defaced, enlivened, and brought to life with words.

I can’t promise you that I will write well, but I can promise that I will write. So come back often. Find a comfortable spot. Perhaps a nice, overstuffed, old chair, or tucked under the covers  illuminated by the warm glow of your phone, or even outside on a sunny day resting your head on the soft ground beneath an old shade tree. Bring a good drink. Or two. Sit back and enjoy the ride. I know I will.