Goals– Not Resolutions


My Saber.

This was how I felt this morning.  But I got up, made coffee and checked on the kids to see if they were up and around for school.  After holiday slumpiness must give way to regular routine.  Only I’m adding to mine. 

No, it’s not resolution thing– we all know what kind of silly pressure that creates. 

 It’s my after holiday slam!  I simply couldn’t work.  Too many people, too many parties and waaaayyyyy too much clean-up. 

But, I spent yesterday catching everything up so I can hit the manuscript today.  I’ll be posting updates on my progress because I have a goal of 2500 words a day.  (I should see if I can finally work one of those progress meters… can’t seem to do word instead of page count on them…)

If I can at least close the deal on that number, the manuscript will be finished by the end of the month.  Usually, when I’m in the zone, I do a higher day count, but I’m trying to be realistic. <g>

In addition, I plan to critique on my laptop in the evenings after the kiddies are in bed.  Rachel, one of my critique partners, has submitted like a million chapters and damn — I want to dive in and see what’s happening in that cool world she’s created.  (If you haven’t, click on her name and check out the incredible cover on her debut coming out this year.  It freaking rocks.)  She’s my inspiration right now.  Big time.  The woman has the dedication of the energizer bunny and it’s rubbing off on me.

And… on the nights I don’t have critique work, I’m working on my poorly neglected short fiction.  Seriously.  I don’t have a short story submitted and haven’t in about four months.  This is so not like me and it freaks me out a bit. 

I also plan to jazz up the writing on this poor blog.  I lost readers during my little slump and I deserved it.  I did!  What we need is more attitude–like in the beginning.  More humor, too.  I swear, life happenings in the past year were just a bit too much and my humor took a hike.  I’ve been feeling it bubbling just under the surface, so be on the lookout. 

Also plan to share some more writing advice and peeks into the fiction.  Ooh, haven’t shared a peek in a while.  You need them, right?  And we need another topic contest.  I loved writing off your suggestions–had a blast doing that. 

So, I’m tackling 2007 head on.  Seven is my lucky number after all.


About Rinda Elliott

Writer.I love unusual stories and credit growing up in a family of curious life-lovers who moved all over the country. Books and movies full of fantasy, science fiction and romance kept us amused, especially in some of the stranger places. For years, I tried to separate my darker side with my humorous and romantic one. I published short fiction, but things really started happening when I gave in and mixed it up. When not lost in fiction, I love making wine, collecting music, gaming and spending time with my husband and two children. I’m represented by Miriam Kriss of the Irene Goodman Agency.
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5 Responses to Goals– Not Resolutions

  1. Good lcuk with the 2,500 a day. That is a monster total, but you can do it. Get in the groove, and it becoems easier.

    Happy New Year.

  2. Missy says:

    Happy New Year Rinda! Good luck with the daily word count. I have links to some meters that measure word count instead of pages — if I can find the links I’ll pass them your way. (I lost a multitude of links in the past few months due to a STOOOPID mistake while test driving new browsers)

  3. JC says:

    Man, I thought MY plate was full! Tonight, while I am burning the midnight oil, I will send a positive thought your way.

    Bust of luck in ’07. Here’s my blog, if you can find a second:



  4. I love when my kitty sleeps with one paw covering his face. 🙂

    Good luck on meeting your goals.

  5. As an old(er) itinerant carpenter picking up the pen for a change of svaing grace, I was surprised at how well the motivational commitment NanoWrimo worked for me. I made my 50,00 in 25 days.

    Which is not to say I created the enduring classic on a dare, but it did give me a vice around my ears to force me to think and continue, everyday, word by word, page by page.

    I made my word counter talk to me. It whined and carried on until I was back on track. I had to feed it daily or it told my cat my penis size and where I hid my well-bloomed chocolate and other such notables I preferred interred. It became my master and my greatest cheerleader, and I slogged on, getting myself a cyber certificate fo rmy sore eyes to squint at.

    All worth it though in the end.

    Good luck with making it count. And cold carrot sticks are a healthy alternative to lung cancer…

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