2017: Plan of Action

Posted by in Navel Gazing and Other Hysterics

It’s now two thousand and seventeen. How did that happen? I can still remember two thousand very clearly. It cannot possibly be seventeen years ago. I’m not nearly old enough to be able to remember things that happened seventeen years ago clearly.

This year, my daughter turns six, and my father turns sixty. In February, I’m going to be twenty nine for the sixth time. None of those things seem real/possible.

In 2016, I got a job and quit a job. I lost friends and family members, and made new ones. I snuggled babies and held old ladies’ hands. I lost 10lbs. I published. My kids got funnier and more interesting.  The thing that sticks out to me the most at this moment is that 2016 was the year that I finally found the guts to admit to myself that what I really want to be is a writer, and not just a hobby writer, but a professional writer, and that I’m going to grow some balls and put myself out there and make that happen. (Whew, that’s scary to write.)

A new year always makes me feel especially reflective, I say especially since I have a tendency, (you may have noticed) to be a bit of a navel gazer, and this year is no different. I like to think though, that my reflection is positive and creates momentum. I’m also one of those obnoxious planning types. I like lists. I especially like checking things off lists. There are things I want to change, but I’m don’t want to sit around and whine about it, I want to do something. So, here is a list of the things I’m going to do this year:

  1. Complete my Master’s of Creative Writing.
  2. Lose 24 lbs. That’s only 2 lbs per month. Totally do-able, and when I’m finished I will have reached a body weight that is healthy and a number I have only dreamed of. I’m going to accomplish this by continuing to avoid everything white (no sugar, flour, rice, potatoes etc.) and I’m going to be better this year about consistent exercising. I’m really good at over-training and then sitting on my ass for weeks at a time. I need to be better at gentle, regular exercise.
  3. Read 36 Books. In 2016 I read 30 books – more on that in another post. In 2017 I’m going to read 36, or 3 per month.
  4. I’m going to get 100 short story rejections. I’ve talked before on this blog about collecting rejections instead of publishing credits. I think it’s working for me. In 2016, I published 4 stories and collected 27 rejections. That’s a lot more “no” than “yes.” And I’d be lying if I said that all those “nope’s” didn’t hurt, they do, a hell of a lot. But, they hurt less when I remember that they are part of the process, and the more I receive, the more I’m putting myself out there, and the more likely I am to get those elusive “yeses” too. I need to pick up those rejections and put them in my pocket and know that every one brings me closer to success.
  5. I’m going to finish this G-D novel. It’s in me. It needs to come out. 2017 is my year.

 

Make it your year too.