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in a writing group last week, we were talking about new years resolutions for writing. and it was strange because a lot of my writing plans and goals are contingent. they're contingent on how querying goes (a slog, some hope ahead, but slow going and who knows where it'll go).
there are things i know i want to do, but i'm hesitant to put hard goals on them because my brain processes that as failure if i don't meet them, and then proceeds to beat me up forever.
and if i don't meet them 1) it doesn't matter and 2) it might be because The Ultimate Goal is the one that i'm pursuing, and that's one i currently don't have control over because of querying, and even if that goes well, it won't necessarily mean that anything's a given.
but the goals as currently stand are:
— participate in the #storyamonthchallenge (some of these will get published in @lemonandlimefic!)
— finish a fic that's been defeating me for months (largely because other projects have grabbed my attention, but those are done now)
— participate in the #storyamonthchallenge (some of these will get published in @lemonandlimefic!)
— finish a fic that's been defeating me for months (largely because other projects have grabbed my attention, but those are done now)
— hopefully write some treats for the @reyloffanth exchange
— edit the manuscript i finished last weekend (and query it, if i don't get far with the one i'm querying now)
but most importantly:
— the rules are fake and none of it matters and i have permission to walk away
— edit the manuscript i finished last weekend (and query it, if i don't get far with the one i'm querying now)
but most importantly:
— the rules are fake and none of it matters and i have permission to walk away
i never give myself permission to take breaks, to take care of myself, to do things because i want to do them, rather than because i think i have to. and if i don't want to do something, i want it to be ok to walk away.
2020 has been a weird mixed bag: the world has been terrible, but writing has always been a coping mechanism for me, and it has gotten me through this year as it's gotten me through most of my life. i want not to punish myself when (hopefully) things open up, and life restarts,
and i'm not writing as much. because knowing i can write this much doesn't mean i should write this much, especially when there's life to be lived.
anyway, this is a ramble, thanks for reading if you got this far.
may your 2021 bring you all the joy 2020 couldn't.
anyway, this is a ramble, thanks for reading if you got this far.
may your 2021 bring you all the joy 2020 couldn't.
(some of this tweet thread is brought to you by Reading A Book For Fun For The First Time In Months and playing several hours of Hades because I'm On Vacation (???) right now and what is relaxing but I think I like it but am I doing it right???)
