Posted at 3:53 pm , on December 5, 2018
A year ago when I sat down to make my goals for 2018, I chose a word for the year: connect. I wanted to connect to the writing community in better ways than I had before, and I wanted to set myself up to connect with the publishing world.
I started by signing up for conferences, then signing up for contests, then exchanging manuscripts with other writers. One of my biggest steps was joining a critique group. I was so scared to make that jump, to commit all that time, and to give my work to writers farther along the path than I was.
But I did it. And the results were amazing.
Posted at 4:30 am , on January 15, 2018
Anybody else have a fear of telling people they’re a writer? I tend to be terrified of it. To the point that I don’t even talk to my family members (besides my husband) about it very much. When people ask what I do, I tend to mention all of my other hobbies before I mention my dearest hobby (which is so dear to me the word “hobby” hardly seems like the right way to describe it).
This year one of my goals is to be more open about my writing. The thought scares me, but I’m committed to mentioning writing first when asked.
I started working on the goal at Christmas. My husband’s family knew very little about my writing aspirations. I don’t remember how it came up, but I mentioned to a sister-in-law and my mother-in-law that I was working on editing and writing a couple of novels.
Posted at 9:40 pm , on January 5, 2018
I have three thank-yous to pass out for the restart of my writing life. The first and biggest goes to my husband for his major support in so many forms. The second goes to many writer moms whose stories made me believe that I could do it, too. The third goes to my 2017 New Year’s resolutions.
Goal setting was never really my thing growing up. I haaaaated it when my parents sat us down and said, “Let’s write some goals!” I never accomplished them, and I felt so tied down knowing I should be working on them, but didn’t really want to. Goals felt like a list of things I should do, or my parents wanted me to do, but not things that brought true fulfillment.
I’ve come a long way since then, and have seen the joy that comes from accomplishing something you set your heart on. At the beginning of last year, I decided 2017 was the year I was going to write a novel again. With the support of my husband, the inspiration of other authors, and my new Scrivener software, I did it! I wrote that novel, and I got 50,000 words into another. After so many years of minimal creative writing, I finally got back to doing what I loved.