What could be easier than a blog post about resolutions for 2010?
Answer? Not much.
But a part of me didn’t want to scribble down a bunch of goals for the coming year. I’m kind of a rebel in that way. If everyone is hopping on the dystopian band wagon – I probably won’t. Unless a fantastic plot drops into my head and my fingers start itching to write it. But I’m more of a magical realism kind of gal.
My dreams. My goals. They are always with me. Ping-ponging around in the back of my head. Beating in my heart. I know what my goals are – I live them every day.
Okay, okay. If you really want to know what they are, I’ll tell you. Geez.
Continue to grow in my relationship with the Lord. Reach out to my husband and kids in new ways: fostering relationships that will last when they become teens(that part refers to the relationship with my kids, not my husband). Spend more time with my dad(who went in for gallbladder surgery and almost died over Thanksgiving). These goals pre-empt my writing goals. But I do have some writing goals.
Where I am now: I have a few completed novels on the virtual bookshelf. I have ideas that I’m excited to pursue. I’m hoping to enter the query trenches in the next few months. I have a brand-spanking new blog that no one reads…yet.
Where I hope to be next year: I want to grow. I want to write out of my comfort zone in hopes of learning something new. I want to push the borders of my writing voice and my storytelling. I want to have fun with words. I want to take my words white water river rafting, mountain climbing, bungee jumping. Feel the splash of shocking cold water. Feel the air thinning, legs burning as I summit new peaks. Feel the air rushing past as I jump off cliffs (not literally). And if I happen to sign with an agent and sign a contract? Oh, I guess I wouldn’t mind that either.
Okay. It’s done. I dutifully did my New Year’s blog. Now next year, I can look back with nostalgia while sipping hot cocoa. So writing this post wasn’t that bad.
Overall, I think it would have been better without the stinky smell of sauerkraut in the air. (Totally my hubby’s gig, not mine. What can I say? He’s from PA.)