Let’s be honest, I can make as many New Year’s resolutions as my little writer brain can come up with… The safe bet is that I won’t last a week. And that’s if the resolution is easy. Hard ones; I’d go with less than 24 hours. I don’t like change and resolutions require change, to something, usually myself. I’ve never been very interested in improving myself either. I remember one year I got a book on relationships and I managed to read it and then decided if all that was necessary to make a romantic relationship work, I was out. Thankfully, all that’s really necessary is honesty and communication… I can be honest to a fault (does this make my butt look big? It makes it look like we could land the Mars Rover on it.) And I’m not good at holding things in.
But I digress… Where was I? Oh yes, the dreaded New Year’s Resolutions. There is a perfectly good reason to make a resolution at the stroke of Midnight on New Year’s. It’s all about ushering out the old and bringing in the new; including the new and improved you. However, I’m familiar with the old, unimproved me. I can try to quit smoking and lose more weight, but honestly, I’m not going to put a whole lot of time, energy, and effort into it. There are other things to be done, like playing video games, watching crappy TV, reading books, and even writing a few – all of which I can do fat and smoking a cigarette in the old, unimproved me. I should do these things for health reasons and I know that. But I catch colds and shit just walking out of my house, there’s a good chance Bubonic Plague will get me before some of the more serious ways to go. (Right now, I have Influenza A, a sinus infection, and an inner ear infection… how does that even happen?!? Yes, I got my flu shot, which is why I’m not puking my guts up, but that’s about all I’m not doing)
Anyway, no resolutions for me. Instead, I have some goals for 2016.
Goal #1: Write More! There are those that believe I’m some sort of writing machine. Yes, there are days when I tack 10,000 words onto a novel. I once sat down and wrote a novella in a day. But that is not everyday. As a matter of fact, those days have become rare. I’m not flexing my writing muscles like I used to. Part of it is change; Lola still hates the computer and I have to spend time outside with her playing, time that I would have spent writing. I’m playing in more dart tournaments instead of just attending. I used to write a little while I was there, but now I don’t. Most of the time, I don’t even drag along my laptop. Then there are migraine days when the last thing I want to do is looking at a computer. And sick days, like having the flu, a sinus infection, and an inner ear infection all at the same time (or shingles which are horrendously awful).
Goal #2: Play more darts. Not just in league, but at tournaments. I had a great showing at a recent tournament in Springfield. If I played more, I’d have those a little more often.
Goal #3: Every Month Should Be Like NaNo. There is no reason I can’t write 50,000 words every month. I don’t have a job other than writing books. I should be able to achieve 2,700 words a day, every day of every month, for an entire year. I have come to the realization that books sell books. I can run $800 a month in adverts and it will raise my book sells a little bit every time one of those adverts run, but writing more books actually sells more books. It isn’t a complicated formula to figure out. I don’t know why it took so long to dawn on me. However, each time a new reader gets hooked on a series of my books, that’s more sales each time I publish a new one in the series. Now, I’ve still got to hook readers and I realize that, but having good quality books available for them to buy after they’ve gotten hooked, well that’s just common sense. Plus, I have a challenge in 2017 to publish one book a month, every month. That means I’m going to need to start 2017 with a few novels already written, edited, and beta-read. I can write some as I go, but I’m going to need a few under the belt to begin. So, 2016 is going to require me to treat every month like NaNo.
Goal #4: Keep dying the grey. This is my one vanity goal. I hate having grey hair. I don’t care how old I look, I just don’t want my hair to look that age too. Besides, my grey is actually a mix of white and grey. If I get too much of it, camera flashes will start creating haloes around my head and I’m certainly not worthy of such a thing.
Goal #5: Be me. This seems like it should be self-evident. Aren’t I always me? Um, no. I’m incredibly good at being diplomatic, occasionally to a fault. This one has really bitten me in the ass the last 18 months or so. It nearly stopped me writing. But I’m over it and I’m done being diplomatic. I have spoken my mind to a few people upon the subject who were directly involved and given them something to think about… Now, I’m good to go.