Pardon me for a moment while I use my blog as a pseudo-psychologist.
This morning I tweeted, “Is it really the 20th of January already?” That’s nearly 2/3 of the first month of the new year and I’ve accomplished next to nothing after the holidays…ARGH!!
Okay, maybe it’s not that bad. I have rewritten the ending of The Courier, and I started writing weekly in the Wicked Writer’s Blog. Still, I can’t get organized to start the year no matter how hard I try…DOUBLE ARGH!!
I had planned on returning to blogging regularly, but that didn’t happen. Also planned to structure my online networking time so I have more time to write short stories and finish The Courier, but that has yet to happen too. Setting priorities and following through are supposed to be a big New Year’s resolution for me, but I already feel like giving up…TRIPLE ARGH!!
I think part of my problem is I can’t seem to picture, in my head, what I’d like to accomplish this year. Gosh, I haven’t written it down until now either, not that it’s actually helping me organize.
Notice the picture of the girl playing the violin above. My dad used to play air violin every time my sister whined or cried, so that’s why I added it to this post. I can here him in my head, “STOP WHINING! GET IT DONE!” It should be that easy, shouldn’t it??
Yesterday I started to wonder if I was trying to impose too much structure on myself. Maybe an unorganized mind and plan is a productive one? Okay, maybe not.
Anyways, I typically begin each new year with a list of things I’d like to accomplish. Last year’s goals were completing the first draft of Purloin and writing another novel in a month (No not NaNoWriMo). I accomplished both. Add another novel, The Courier, nearly completed last year and it co-won a writing contest. Pretty damn good year I’d say.
So what’s next? Hell if I know, but this actually might be a good topic for a weekly blog post…whining on Monday seems suitable. Stay tuned and find out if my head is still spinning next Monday. For now, it’s nearly 4:00 P.M. and screw the 5 o’clock rule. I’m ready for wine with my whine.