New to me is a new-born; baby, puppy, the first bloom of spring. New Year simply means instead of writing 2017, we erase the 7 and make it an 8 until it becomes a habit around the middle of February. Then, once we’re comfortable with it, January shows up, and like a wheel, our months revolve inside it’s circle.
We’d all like to think that everything becomes shiny and new. The tight, form-fitting sling you fought your body into at 8:45, should fit fabulously at 12:01. (Not) Unless the oxygen supply has totally depleted and you’re, well… dead.
Unfortunately what I notice is the down swing of the lips. Day one, the resolutions. Day two, the determination. Day three, the good intentions. Day four, if I give it one more day, it’ll be the weekend and then no one will remember what my resolutions were and I can try again next year. Yep, that pretty much sums up the ‘me’ exercise plan every year. If I close my eyes, I’m looking damn fine. If I open them, okay, so never mind.
Yet when it comes to my writing, I’ve set goals. Great goals that I have every intention of adhering to, and, (fingers crossed) I intend to fulfill as many as I can. They are as follows:
Goals For 2018
One Eighty: Twenty-five to Thirty Query Letters After Revising Letter / Follow-up on current submitted queries.
Complete: Cozy Mystery Novella and 3rd manuscript in DunMullers Series
Submit: Magazine Articles (1 per month)
Participate: 3 On-Line Writing Classes
Attend: LTUE in Feb., Utah League of Writers Conference in Oct.
Read: 15 – 20 Books on Craft.