It's great to see this blog revitalized! And we're starting things off right talking about setting goals and focusing on attaining them, aren't we? I mean, that's what you do in January, isn't it? — figure out what you want to accomplish in the coming year and put it out there for the whole universe to see. I don't know about you, but it always makes me feel organized and somehow
virtuous after I've listed all those important things I plan to achieve.
Of course, there's the flip side of goal setting at the beginning of the year (I refuse to call it a new year's resolutions) — the inevitable accounting at the end of the year. I don't know about you, but there have been more than a few years that I've cringed in December at having to admit that I didn't quite meet my own expectations from the previous January.
Sad to say, 2010 was one of those cringe-worthy years. In January I started off raring to go, ready to tear into my writing projects and finish them ahead of even the ambitious schedule I'd set for myself. And then...
Life Happened...and 2010 became the year I'd rather not talk about for many personal reasons.
In December—dear God, was that only
last month?—I found myself lamenting the fact that I hadn't managed to accomplish a single writing goal that I'd set for myself in January 2010. My husband, patient and supportive man that he is, asked me an unexpected, albeit honest, question that quite took me aback.
He asked me if I really wanted to write.
You know that sinking feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when something isn't right or you know something bad is about to happen? Yep, that's how I felt. But it was a very good (and well-meant) question. Had I been secretly sabotaging myself? Did I really not want to write? What if I'd been fooling myself all along?
I sat myself down and had a long, serious think. The answer I came up with surprised me a bit. Not only did I want to write, I couldn't
not write. And, while in some ways I'd let fear hold me back, I concluded that most of my problems in 2010 really were things happening that were out of my control. I just needed to find a better way to deal when life happens, because life is
always going to happen.
Whew!
So, here's what I decided to use as my single writing goal for 2011:
2011 will be the year I finish my first novel. That's it. I plan to finish at least one novel in 2011. If I write more than one, yay, me! I'm going to check-in every Monday on this blog with my progress, and perhaps make a weekly goal (though not always). And by the end of this year I have every confidence that I'll be able to raise my head high and proclaim that I met my writing goal for the year.
How about you? Do you have a love-hate relationship with writing goals? If you always meet your goals, how do you manage to stay on track? If you don't, what tends to trip you up? I'm always on the lookout for tips and tricks—even ideas about what
not to do!