Therefore, while this may look like The Making of Resolutions, it's simply the timing. I've been talking myself into planning my writing year for the last month. Oh dear Spaghetti Monster, planning. The notorious non-planner is talking about plans?
It's that non-planning that's got me into a whole heap of trouble, mainly with myself. I thought being solely responsible to myself would be Teh Awesome. But it's not. I'm not impressed with my momentum. I'm not getting enough done, I'm not progressing in my technique, and I'm not making as many sales as I would like.
It's time to get Srs Bznss.
So here it is: for the next year, starting today, the 31st of December 2013, I am determined to write 5000 new words a week. That works out to around 700 words a day. I am going to keep a daily and weekly tally. I will post that tally every Sunday night here on the blog. It doesn't matter if anyone is reading, I'm simply using the blog as accountability.
I will not beat myself up if I have an exceedingly difficult week, and I don't make the count - I'll take what I have written and see it as a win for the week, then get back on the bicycle. I will give myself the flexibility of time off for good behaviour once I reach the count, or if I feel particularly inspired I will keep going. There will be time off for holidays, especially for my planned Disneyland trip in April.
The flexibility in this plan is what I will write. I have a lot of UFOs and half formed ideas to draw on. I will continue to write the short form. If this means I will turn out approximately one short story a week, awesome! If I go longer into novella territory if the inspiration strikes me, I'll go with it. I will attempt to plot a little better, instead of winging it on inspiration and running out of puff halfway through. I will attempt to make each work submission ready, but I will also not get upset if it doesn't work. Every word written is practice.
I'm scared. No, scrap that. I'm absolutely terrified. I'm not actually sure what I'm afraid of, because it's not failure - I'm used to the rejection by now. Perhaps I'm afraid of turning a passion into work, because I don't want to end up hating a job I really want. I don't want writing to be full of the tedium, the have-tos, and the sapping of mental energy that a day job entails. I still want this to be fun. And part of the battle of this year is to work out how to retain that spark of fun.
I have to do this if I'm to find out if I can do it planned and steady. I have to do this to find out what sort of person I can be. I have to try, or I will never be true to myself.
So, 365 days from now, let's check back in and see how 2013 went. It's a date.
|YES, Ize WERKING. Ize in teh PLANNING stage.|