Well, it’s that time of the year again.
The time where work is slow and I have a chance to catch up on reading and writing.
The time where I (and millions of other people) make promises to themselves that they probably won’t keep.
The time for New Year’s Resolutions.
I do/say this every year. I’m going to write more. I’m going to submit to agents this year. I’m going to read 50 books…well, maybe more like 25 (which I never even get close to) this year. This year I’m going to be better.
And, like most people, I am. For a little while. But not long enough. Not long enough to be really productive anyway.
So, what am I going to do differently this year? What revelation have I had that’s prompted me to write this post?
…. The answers are 1) I don’t know and 2) nothing.
In a lot of ways, I think my thesis burnt me out way more than I realized. For over a year the thought of writing something new,o f opening up a blank word document and just letting the words flow, was just exhausting. It took me about 5 years to write my thesis from scratch and work through countless drafts and revisions. 5 YEARS! I know that writing the second book will be different than the first, but its hard to get excited when I know how much “suffering” there is ahead of me.
Maybe you’re thinking at this point, “Why are you even worried about writing a second book when the first one isn’t even published?”
Because the story isn’t over. It’s not all about publishing and agents and that nonsense. Writing for me has always been a passion. A discovery of people and places and things. I had to learn a lot about fencing my thesis. And fairy tales and folklore. I also learned a lot about myself.
I will write the second book because it deserves to be written, even if I’m the only one who ever reads it.
While writing this post, I found a quote from Neil Gaiman that I think encompasses my goals for this year:
So – here’s to surprising myself next year, and I hope the same to you.