I've gone through being frustrated and hard on myself about it — to feeling kind and forgiving. I had no idea what 2012 had in store for me — that I'd be much busier with other things than I knew when I set said goals. I wouldn't trade that business. I wouldn't take back the other parts of the year that filled my life with new experiences and new work and joy and even sorrow. It's what made the year. It's what makes me, even now.
So now it's 2013 and even though I didn't get to everything I hoped I would in my writing life for 2012, it's time to start again.
Do I have writing goals? Sure do.
I've got word count goals in mind. I have promises to stay away from television and internet surfing that I've made to myself. These mundane writerly goals are important, and that's why I'm noting them here — but they're not what really counts I've learned.
So I want this to be the year I find greater strength. I want this to be the year I find greater commitment, devotion and also greater patience. I want this to be the year that my writing turns out better than any year before.
I'm not sure how exciting any of that sounds but it's my truth. I'm not even sure how these goals will help me to be productive without a concrete execution plan in place, but I'm ready to try a new approach. I'm willing to see if doing it this way will bring me closer to the dreams I'm never giving up on.
Anyone with me?
Let's take away the things you can measure in pounds and inches, pages and word counts, dollars and cents, cholesterol levels, hours and minutes. Take all that away and ask yourself what you really want for 2013?
It's another blank canvas people.