each home a potential life,
a forever place.
Orbiting distant worlds to bring their stories to you.
each home a potential life,
a forever place.
Each of the last couple years I’ve started January with big ideas for what I wanted to accomplish for that year. My goals tend to be ambitious, but still within the realm of possibility. Still, I’ve learned that it’s difficult for me to project progress on any long-term project more than a few months out–or sometimes more than a few weeks out.
Looking at my annual goals posts from 2020 and 2021 may give the impression of a writer who overshoots and under-delivers, and that’s not inaccurate. I have had some big goals in mind over the last couple of years, notably the publishing of my still-in-progress novellas in The Herb Witch Tales series. I just also know that there have been other factors at play. The usual suspects come to mind: family, work, existential dread, a global pandemic.
As I mentioned earlier, it’s tough for me to project my progress on something more than a few months out. Projecting how much I can write in a year is a murky endeavor. Trying to throw the entire editing, revising, proofreading, and publishing process on top of that is basically insane.
At least, that’s what I’ve learned over the last couple years.
I’ve also learned that I am not the publish-something-every-year-or-two type of writer. My last meaningful publication was my 12-part short story, “The Grand Mythos of Úr’Dan“, which I ran as an experimental monthly serial throughout 2019. It’s probably more like every “few” years, depending on when I click Publish next. Basically, I’m closer to Patrick Rothfuss than Brandon Sanderson–in publishing cycles, not skill level!
That all is to say that I will not be posting an ambitious book marketing/publishing post this year. I definitely have goals, and I will detail them through my monthly Write Day posts. What has changed for me recently is that those monthly goals are enough for me at this moment in my life.
My long-term goals have necessarily and totally predictably shifted to bigger things: navigating the whole *waves arms emphatically* world right now; raising two boys, one of whom has learned the f-word from daycare (yea!); beginning the house-hunting process in the next year; family and friends and holidays, which all require a lot of extra planning and consideration and fuckin’ caution than they used to.
It’s a lot, and it means that thinking about where I might be in the publishing process in autumn 2022 is just not a concern for me today.
However, that all doesn’t mean I haven’t picked up on a few of my writing habits…
That’s really my only writing goal this year–not to write 120,000 words on the dot, but to aim for 10,000 words each month, to build consistently and steadily until, come December 31, 2022, I will have written a whole hell of a lot.
I’m currently on pace for about 9,000 words in January, so maybe in February or March I aim for 11,000. The point is, it doesn’t matter much right now.
I’m moving forward. I know what the ultimate goal is, but I also know I need to focus on the day-to-day first.
Moments flutter by,
adding up to a habit
to equate lifestyle.
Have you ever started writing something without knowing at all where it was going? That’s what this post is.
Today (Tuesday) was my first day back at work after a 5-day vacation to a family lakehouse. Five days doesn’t seem that long, especially over an extended weekend, but it was a strange return anyway.
I’ve found it more and more difficult to let go of work. Difficult is not the right word. I look forward to letting go of work things at the end of the day. But I feel more and more guilty about it. I don’t think anyone is placing that guilt upon me, except myself.
Our lakehouse vacation was supposed to be an escape from work, from our recent spate of home improvement projects, and from the occasional monotony of semi-quarantined life.
It was all of those things, for the most part. I just had one afternoon where I selfishly decided not to spend a lot of time with my son, and it’s been bugging me. I don’t think anyone else felt I was ignoring my family, but that’s how it felt to me.
All this is adding up to the notion that I am often too hard on myself, and I have trouble letting go of little things that have more to do with my perception of myself than with my interactions with other real people.
So I spent much of today (again, Tuesday) trying not to stress over things that are either done and in the past, or completely out of my control.
Fortunately, a few things made me feel better over the course of the day:
I’m going to listen to this for the third or fourth time tonight and then go to bed.
July flew by. We were out of town a couple of weekends, and I went to Chicago for about 36 hours for work. It seems like that type of quick business trip for conferences and such will be a new normal for me. I’m going back to Chicago next week for not very long.
I’m not against it. It just means I need to take those trips into consideration when I’m thinking about my writing goals. Writing while traveling is hard. Writing on business trips and basically being “on” for work for the duration of the trip is nigh impossible.
So, July was a good writing month, but not a great one. Continue reading “August Write Day: Trying to Get over the Wall”
and yet we are the Only?
Today is my second consecutive day of stay-at-home parenting with Nugget. He’s been amazing. I have no idea what I’ve been doing for the last 36 hours. It feels like I’ve mostly been soothing him and then rushing to throw laundry in the dryer before he flips out.
Currently, we’re listening to the World of Warcraft soundtrack as he lays on his play mat and babbles at toys he clearly doesn’t quite know are there yet. He seems to like the music, though.Continue reading “Religion, Belief, and Parenting according to a Non-Practicing Parent”
This week has been… tiring / refreshing / fun / kind of a blur.
Between caring for a newborn, having a lot of visitors nearly every day, and just trying to adjust to our new home life, it’s been good.
Per my Tuesday post, Dad-Life burst onto the scene this week. We spent four days in the hospital for Mom to recover from her cesarean and new baby Nugget to get on a decent feeding/pooping schedule and get rid of his jaundice.
Fortunately, we were discharged yesterday, and Nugget is finally home. Continue reading “Friday Write-Day: Finally Home”
This has been a whirlwind few days in the best possible way.
My wife’s water broke on Sunday evening, a full three weeks (and more) before her projected due date of 9/27. Because she was technically pre-term (by four days), we had to report to the hospital rather than the midwifery where we wanted to give birth. Continue reading “That Time When Dad-Life Kicked Down My Door”