May it be a prosperous and happy year for all of you. If you need some help reaching your writing goals, the “Jane’s” over at See Jane Publish are spending all of January talking about goal setting and planning. We’re even challenging each other by specifying what we’ll do if we don’t reach our goals. My post won’t be up until January 16, but Gina Fluharty kicks off the month with an awesome post tomorrow (Jan 2). I’ll remind you of my post as we get closer to the date.
I’m hopeful for and a little scared of 2014. Last year was a hard one for me because of a string of family crises and the resulting burnout sapping all my creativity. I wrote more about that on Bark in my New Year’s Eve post. Warning, there’s a lot of doom and gloom in that post.
Here’s a taste:
New Year’s Eve is traditionally a time to take stock of the past year and make resolutions for how to be a better person, make better choices, make a better new year.
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My 2013 sucked. Even if I’d followed through on my 2012 resolutions: lost weight, exercised more, been kinder to people, given more to charity, volunteered more, the end result would still have been a shitty year.
There were good times: meeting up with my brother in New York, visiting my best friend in St. Louis, having my sister come stay with us for a week, hosting various visits from American and European friends through the summer, backpacking in the mountains, going to several writing retreats and conferences, staying on a houseboat on Lake Powell. I remember enjoying these activities, but the details are fuzzy and vague. I have to look at my calendar to recall what time of year it was when they happened. That’s because one major change dominated all of 2013. It has to do with an issue many of my generation are facing: aging parents.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew it would eventually happen to me. I just didn’t know how it would take over my life and obliterate my creativity. I’d never experienced mental stress to the point that even when I wanted to write and had the time to write, my brain just couldn’t cope. Sentences were impossible to create. (Read rest of post on Bark.)