2012. Just saying it conjures images of doom, gloom, and John Cusack in what was a pretty bad flick.
I, however, refuse to buy into all that mass hysteria-inducing garbage. Well, if 2012 ends up being the cool thing some predict–the world-changing wave of compassion and understanding that will change it all into a happier, sunshine-y-er place, that’s cool by me. But as for my own life, I refuse to believe it. Instead, I believe in hard fast goals, non nonsense buckling down, and very determined visioning into being of a wonderfully kick-ass year full of writing and publishing.
My firm 2012 writing goals:
1) Write and publish five novellas in the Black Mesa Wolves series.
2) Write that other shifter story, about that woman I think I named but I can’t really remember because it’s been so long since we last visited. Oh, and publish that one too. I even have the entire thing outlined! Just need to sit down and pound the sucker out.
3) Write me a damn fine, sexy, hot, fun cowboy romance. I am so, so excited about this one!
4) Outline that adventure thriller idea I’ve been kicking around for several years now. I’m not sure I’m ready to write it, but it’s screaming to be outlined at least.
Possible goal for 2012:
1) Write that YA that’s been bouncing around my head. Or, at least, outline it, flesh out the characters and the plot and the premise. I think it might be good, but I’m not sure till I chip away at it a bit more.
That’s all I have in the way of firm and possible goals, and it’s enough for me. Why? Because otherwise I’ll be biting off far more than I can chew, and I’ll be stuck in neutral again, which will just plain suck. And I’m tired of sucking as a writer with goals.
I believe in running out and reaching for life, shouting out my goals and living them, racing toward my destiny–the one I created.
Woot! Let’s hear it for writing.
Bring it, 2012. I’m ready.