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Happy New Year!!!
Jan. 1st, 2005 12:23 amThe dogs are maniacs right now, responding to the booming heralds of 2005. Somehow, I don't mind at all. Sitting here at my computer, I'm thinking of the rockin' New Year's party I skipped in order to write. And I'm so glad I did. Yes, I have become that obsessive. Which leads my to my New Year's resolutions:
1. Sell a short story. Yeah, I know you're not supposed to be able to accomplish this in the first year of serious writing, but I'm a pathetic optimist and I LAUGH at the odds...
2. Finish two novels. Current WIPs are The Unmagicked (unsaleable) and Untitled (more promising). BOTH are excellent practice and BOTH are teaching me to write.
3. Eat MORE and exercise LESS. Yes, I'm attempting reverse psychology here. Previous quests for the opposite have failed with stunning consistency, so I'm trying something different this year.
4. Meet more writer buddies in person.
And stuff I accomplished in 2004:
1. Got serious about writing. I even received my first rejections!!! *proud*
2. Found a dream job that pays for expenses AND the occasional foray into self-gratification.
3. Survived more than 6 mos. without an income.
4. Developed relationships with my niece and nephew. I am now, officially, "the silliest Rae ever." I think that's a compliment.
5. Found friends who rank among the coolest, brightest people on the planet.
Yep, it's been a good year. It feels weird saying that. In the very last days of December of '04, hundreds of thousands of my fellow humans were killed by an unthinking, soulless, tsunami. Potential energy at its most deadly, and I am reminded how short my life could be. I have cried more in these last days than ever before (except, perhaps, for during the 9/11 crisis) and I am GLAD, because it means that in the midst of tragedy, I have retained my humanity, that I have not given in to the callousness that repeated calamity could easily craft. Family heartbreak, the brink of financial survival, reminders of 9/11, the Asian tsunami, and countless personal, unnamed things...but I remain, irrevokably, Rae Carson. And I am strong, laughing, ridiculously unaffected. I hope I face whatever misfortune 2005 holds with the same rebounding energy. The same joyous determination.
One year from now, I pray that once again, I will look back with happy tears, convinced that I am a better writer, that the joys have outweighed the sorrows, and that I am a more effective person for my experiences.
*raises wine glass*
Let the next chapter begin...
1. Sell a short story. Yeah, I know you're not supposed to be able to accomplish this in the first year of serious writing, but I'm a pathetic optimist and I LAUGH at the odds...
2. Finish two novels. Current WIPs are The Unmagicked (unsaleable) and Untitled (more promising). BOTH are excellent practice and BOTH are teaching me to write.
3. Eat MORE and exercise LESS. Yes, I'm attempting reverse psychology here. Previous quests for the opposite have failed with stunning consistency, so I'm trying something different this year.
4. Meet more writer buddies in person.
And stuff I accomplished in 2004:
1. Got serious about writing. I even received my first rejections!!! *proud*
2. Found a dream job that pays for expenses AND the occasional foray into self-gratification.
3. Survived more than 6 mos. without an income.
4. Developed relationships with my niece and nephew. I am now, officially, "the silliest Rae ever." I think that's a compliment.
5. Found friends who rank among the coolest, brightest people on the planet.
Yep, it's been a good year. It feels weird saying that. In the very last days of December of '04, hundreds of thousands of my fellow humans were killed by an unthinking, soulless, tsunami. Potential energy at its most deadly, and I am reminded how short my life could be. I have cried more in these last days than ever before (except, perhaps, for during the 9/11 crisis) and I am GLAD, because it means that in the midst of tragedy, I have retained my humanity, that I have not given in to the callousness that repeated calamity could easily craft. Family heartbreak, the brink of financial survival, reminders of 9/11, the Asian tsunami, and countless personal, unnamed things...but I remain, irrevokably, Rae Carson. And I am strong, laughing, ridiculously unaffected. I hope I face whatever misfortune 2005 holds with the same rebounding energy. The same joyous determination.
One year from now, I pray that once again, I will look back with happy tears, convinced that I am a better writer, that the joys have outweighed the sorrows, and that I am a more effective person for my experiences.
*raises wine glass*
Let the next chapter begin...
