So my goal to write a book before the end of this year was a bust. Not a total bust, but if you can only cross of goals once they're finished, then it was just as much a bust as if I had never even tried. The truth is that, without any goals, I wouldn't have even tried. So this year, my goals will be to attempt goals...then I can cross off as many things as I attempt.
I like setting high goals for myself, with the full knowledge that I probably won't make it. That's not discouraging to me, it's idealistic. If I set goals I know I can achieve, they're not really goals; they're just declarations of activities before the fact. There has to be something wagered. A goal, to me, is me betting against myself, and betting that I'll come through. Even if (or rather, when) I don't, I probably got closer to the goal by setting it, than I ever would have just thinking about it.
So I set goals, and I don't make it. But I tried. Again. So this year? I'll keep working on this book. I'm also experimenting in short stories. I'm just writing paragraphs at a time, trying to get back into descriptions and scene writing, rather than essay writing.
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