Yes, I am watching the World Cup. :o) But it applies nonetheless.
Surprisingly I had no writing goals whatsoever until this time last year. My plan of action was more of a diaphanous cloud of Write-A-Bit-Here-And-There-Surely-One-Day-It’ll-Be-A-Masterpiece. Not surprisingly that didn’t work.
I discovered goals and did that thing I tend to do, where a teaspoon is suggested but I take a gallon’s worth. Monday I had no goals. Tuesday I had about 20. All of them amoebic blobs of “Finish Vampire Novel,” “Finish Sci Fi Novel,” and other barely defined unhelpful suggestions.
Needless to say 90% of those crashed and burned — spectacularly. The wreckage still burns brightly. But I learned from it. I have goals this year — both one from my birthday date and several from the top of the year — and they are both more robust and concrete. I still want to finish things, but I’ve put deadlines on these items. I’m learning about craft and focusing on quality and quantity. I’m — GASP! — editing.
It’s anybody’s guess if I hit a big score this year (publication), but at least I’m pointed in the right direction. What about you? Any goalage for the year?