The Rejectionist is having a pre-resolution uncontest. We must make our New Year's resolutions on the first day of December to try them out. Even better, she suggests, we should make them excessive so the REAL resolutions are easy.
My resolution will be 3000 words each weekday in December. Why, if I couldn't do it in November during NaNoWriMo, would I think I can do it in December while trying to get ready for Christmas?
I don't know, really.
I had two sick weeks in November and I'm hoping that was the end of the winter illnesses not covered by the flu shot. I'm hoping certain family members don't make me upset enough for my annoying but non-fatal health condition to act up. But mostly I know that if I want to be a writer I need to actually get words on paper. All the education, all the books, all the blogs, will not help me if I have nothing to submit and nothing ready to publish.
Yes, I've "finished" one, but for now, that one is what I think they call a drawer novel. Finished -- as in written all the way to end and edited to hell and back -- but not quite right, not quite ready for publication. That means, I currently have nothing and I need to have something. And I need to figure out how much progress is reasonable to expect from myself.
In January, I should be able to use the December experiment to figure out what I can really do.
Who knows, maybe I'll be able to do it. Maybe if I can convince myself to look at it like this is my job, rather than the thing I fit in when the children are playing pleasantly together without needing me, then I might be able to do this for a living some day.
Another resolution would be to go regularly to the gym -- which is not one of the forbidden weight loss resolutions, but because my stomach issues are lessened by regular exercise. Unfortunately when my stomach is acting up I'm in too much pain to go to the gym so it sort of defeats the plan all on it's own.