It doesn’t seem like it, but that’s a big word.
One so big that I’ve avoided writing this blog by dusting my office, cleaning my bathroom and cooking lunch.
Say too much and you’re a blabbermouth windbag. Say too little and you’re not being “positive” enough.
Where is the happy medium?
I don’t know. And despite the fact that it’s already almost April, a fact I still cannot wrap my brain around (where in the heck has this year gone ALREADY?) I’m going to set some goals for myself to attain by the end of the year. Because if I don’t accomplish something, the next time I blink I’ll be ten years older with nothing more accomplished.
There’s a saying for this type of conundrum: shit or get off the pot.
I have to assume that anyone reading this blog has some interest in my life and what I’m doing lately. To these people I say thank you because without you, I’d be a bodiless voice quacking in the void.
I suppose my number one goal should be to write more.
All writers say this. “I’m going to get more writing done this year.” And yet, in the same breath of having said this, they Tweet it, Facebook it, post it on Linked In, text it, email it, blog it and etc… Well, all those things are great, wonderful, superb. However, those things are also the biggest hindrances to writing! If you’re too busy Tweeting and all that, that means you’re not writing. I’m all about participation and social networking. If I weren’t, I wouldn’t belong to about a thousand writing groups and all the social networking sites known to man. But there was a time, not so long ago, I recall not belonging to many of those groups and had a lot of time to kill. What did I do with that time? I wrote. Social networking sells books and whatever other wares you’re attempting to peddle but it sure as hell isn’t good for your unfinished manuscript. I also understand that I should practice what I preach since I’m sitting here blogging instead of writing.
I have a few awesomely awesome ideas in my head involving dead bodies, crazy viruses and aliens. I’ve also tossed around the idea of a series, since serial books are highly beloved by fans because reading about your favorite characters is like coming home (being a fan of the Dark Tower series, I’m qualified to say this-I love you, Roland Deschain!). I’ve also really wanted to write a book with a sprawling cast of characters-sort of like The Stand or Under The Dome. Right now, the sky’s the limit.
Another goal I want is to publish at least two more books, maybe more, this year through Kindle, Barnes and Noble, etc…
The above leads me to another goal and this one is the most important. I really, really, really need to stop stressing about what other people think of my writing. On the surface, I don’t care but deep, deep, deep down, I kinda do. I’ve been writing for a very long time, as long as I can remember, I’ve put serious overtime into the hell that is writer’s block, I’ve written crap stories, good stories and I’ve had people say they love my stories and people say they’re boring. If there’s a writer’s spectrum, I’ve lived on both ends and traveled through the middle. I’ve been told by teachers that I have natural talent and I’ve been told by teachers that I should give it up. Am I trying to be as good as Stephen King? No. Am I expecting to be as successful as Amanda Hocking? No again. But I would like to carve a tiny niche for myself somewhere in the writing world. And I need to come to terms with the fact that I’m not going to impress everyone and no matter how tightly I edit my stuff, people are going to find errors, a dreaded adverb here and there and maybe a misspelled word. I’m both fortunate and unfortunate that I know a lot of fantastic writers, ones a helluva lot better than me and the thought that something I write might make them cringe terrifies me so.
But again, I need to get over that.
And while I’m hoping for support from everyone, I have to remind myself that I may not get it. Athletes always lose fans whenever they change teams.
There is so much unknown that it gives me heartburn.