Normally I set goals for the New Year, not this year. Last year I wanted to belong to the book-a-month club. I did. Not so much writing a book a month, but I had a new release at least once a month. Some months saw two and one month saw three.
I felt like I was pressuring myself to reach unattainable goals. Obviously they weren’t unreachable because I did it. I just didn’t like the stress that came along with it. I was also writing through grief. For almost six months I buried myself in my writing, but guess what? As my heart started to heal I lost the writing frenzy, almost to the point I couldn’t write anything.
This year I’ve decided not to set any goals, but things I’d like to happen. I’d like to see a novel length book published in 2011. I’d like to land an agent or into a larger publishing house, but they’re not the end all be all. I’d like to see more of my non-fiction articles get published. Last year I put that on hold because I was writing so much fiction.
I’ve scheduled two agent/editor appointments for 2011, so I’m headed in the right direction. This year will be about writing growth, personal growth. If none of these things happen I won’t stress myself, because I’ll know I gave it my all at the time.
Happy New Year!
See ya next year.