This is the year of change for me.
I dropped back in my coursework to save my mental and physical health.
I am going to the gym at least three days per week.
I am being more mindful of the things I eat.
But then there’s the important one:
I am trying to write more, edit more, and attempt to succeed in some small way with my writing.
Starting today, I will be spending three hours per day working on writing. The first hour is dedicated to new material, the second two hours will be dedicated to revising old material. I need to get a novel shopping, or I’m never going to feel like I really gave writing a good solid go, and this would disappoint me greatly.
The problem I am having today is deciding what new things to work on for an hour, then HOW to edit for the next two. I don’t have any ideas aching to break free right now, and staring at any of my so-called manuscripts make me just see how much more work they need.
I think I also need to change the way I go about writing initial drafts, as they come out more flawed than I would like to start with. I’m not sure that will be possible in my creative process, but I think next go-round with a novel, I’m going to focus more on 1k a day than on 2 or 3. That might be a good start.
I submitted my first short story of the year, and I am eagerly awaiting my rejection for that one. And suddenly from my readers I hear, “Don’t count yourself out! It could be accepted!”
But I feel better when I assume rejection. Makes it hurt a bit less. One day, I’ll refine a short story or novel enough that it will be published. I have to believe this. And then I will allow myself glimpses of hope. Until then, it’s safer for me to assume failure, but hope for the best.
Off to drink a cup of coffee before it is time to begin writing (and hopefully come up with something to write). Have a great day everyone. Be merry.