This year I chose a word. I had never done that before and I thought long and hard about it. If I was going to do this thing I was going to choose a good one. I chose devoted. It was based on how I needed to act to be where I wanted to be at the end of 2019. I wanted to greet my writing with devotion.
I wanted to feel that I had devoted myself to my writing as much as possible. I was sure a year of devotion would lead to how I wanted to feel in December of 2019. And guess what? It did.
Did you accomplish what you planned to accomplish? Did you get halfway there? Did you take a completly different direction? All of it is good as long as you felt you were moving forward.
As I have said before, we need to cut ourselves a break. Yes, the only way to write a book is to write it. One word at a time. So while I spent the year determined to devote myself to my writing I will freely admit it was not every day. It was not every other day. It was as often as was feasibly possible.
What did I accomplish?
- Two drafts of a picture book(still learning much about that format)
- 3 drafts of a middle grade novel, one of which was a complete rewrite
- submitted a draft of each to a trusted writer
- wrote my newsletter each month
- blogged almost every week (trips and tech issues interfered a couple of times).
- Welcomed a new client.
I wanted to feel that I had taken steps forward. I wanted to move forward in my writing career with my writing, connections, and education.
Mission Accomplished. This is now my life. 2019 was a year of devotion and accomplishment. And,