I didn’t complete a single writing goal from last year, except consistently blogging. Mind you, I did work on several writing projects, but circumstances and family and my own health issues (including blame-it-on-the-meds) seemed to butt their way into my writing life. However, it’s the end of December and beginning of January. I can’t help but perk up. This is such a hopeful time. Daylight is even starting to lengthen. I know there’s no control over an editor or agent picking up a story, nor making best-selling lists (giggling behind my hand), but I usually can control what and how I write, and normally my writing goals are very pie in the sky.
So, this year’s writing goal is modest, and one I hope to have completed by the end of January when I’ll make more! I plan to experiment once again in the writing field, this time by self-publishing one of my middle grade historical fiction books.
(Did anyone see the flash of lightning? Or feel the ground shake with thunder?)
That particular goal is shakin’-in-my-shoes scary for many reasons, but especially because for decades that was not a viable route for me to take.
Change. If I keep making my characters run head-on into things causing them to change their views or actions, why not do the same with the author as well? I’ll keep you posted on this shakin’-in-my-shoes adventure.
Do you make new year’s writing goals? Any out of the ordinary goals for you? I hope you meet them head on.
Wishing you all a merry writing new year.
At first I thought this goal of writing a poem a day during National Poetry Month was just another writing challenge. Then, I thought writing them was lofty, poetic, oh so literary. Then, I panicked, because I know I’m no poet and couldn’t tell good from bad. I can’t even rhyme. I craved to give up this challenge after the first few days. After all, I didn’t even have a Poetry Month Partner to encourage me along the rocky way.
I’ve found writing poetry HARD. Writing good poetry takes talent. But if I fail in this challenge, then I fail as a writer. Why? Because if I am unable to pick my words well in short focused pieces, how can I choose my words well in larger works? Word detail is vital. Accent, tone, and each syllable is important. What an awareness! I’m thinking that every novelist needs to engage in poetry writing for a time.
My Tools of the Poetry Trade: Usually I write with keyboard beneath my fingertips. But in this month-long experiment (well, only a week so far), I’m finding myself using pencil and paper more than any other time. I write down snatches of ideas for poems. I use the eraser a lot. Revisions take on an entirely new dimension. I also use a printed Thesaurus. I haven’t done that in decades. Lately, I’ve lazily depended upon computer-generated words. Soon, though, I may come to the thinking that even using a Thesaurus is lazy.
The very interesting thing I’ve concluded now is that I’ve also found that writing poetry is FUN. There are so many venues. I’ve written sentimental pieces, silly ones from a child’s point of view, love songs, nature and gardening prose, couplets, snatches of ideas. The variety of possibilities is nearly endless, and best yet, I am not limited. I am no longer scared to try wordsmithing in verse. I’m thinking next time National Poetry Month rolls around, I may focus more, like write 30 limericks about nature. Surely, just for the sheer weight of my words, there will have to be one or two which is audience readable.
Onward to engage in my poem of the day.