I wrote about my NaNoWriMo attempt here. If you want to revisit the post and revel in my failure, be my guest.
Last November might not have been The November, but this year is the year.
This is the year I finish a book.
Yes, Green Eggs and Ham has been languishing on the shelf for 22 years now, and my curiosity has finally consumed me. I must know what happens to Sam He Is.
That would be sarcasm, kids. (Catholic woman problems: my autocorrect changes sarcasm to sacramental).
I don’t have decadent visions of stardom and fame (because Californication is gross and a lie). I love my job, I love where I live, and I love the people in my life.
But I want to prove to myself that I can do this. I can set a goal, create a plan, and make it happen. I’m not shooting for Pulitzer, here. Or even published. Just not procrastinated. Remember November? Thank you, megadose of humility and reality.
So I have a proposal.
Let’s do this together.
[Cue campfire and Kumbaya, please.]
Let’s keep each other accountable (that’s code for someone beat me over the head with a brick), make a plan, and dive in. Don’t know what you’re doing?
Neither do I.
If you’re in, comment below and let me know what you’re working on, or what you want to start. Fiction, nonfiction, poetry, recorded smoke signal stories of Native American legends, it doesn’t matter. And then, pick a big picture goal.
I’m working on a thriller that I’d like to think is literary. My big picture goal is to have it completely finished, rewrites and all, and ready to pitch by the end of 2013. And by pitch, I mean pitch to literary agents and hopefully not out a window.
Now it’s your turn. Dream big, dream small, I don’t really care. I’m not your life coach, just a woman who desperately needs writing buddies. And more reasons to procrastinate writing. I’ll confess it.
Now get thee to a writery.
Doesn’t work, does it?