It’s New Year’s Eve. It is. Here – that’s Australia, down-under, southern side of the date-line. Summer. Hot.
What does a person do on NYE? Okay, apart from panic about the passage of time, drink a bit too much, eat the things they’ll suffer for on the morn – yes, apart from all that stuff?
Look back, I hear. See what happened in the year just gone.
Well, I have to be honest – it’s a bit of a blur. Sitting here and thinking – what did I do? What were the achievements? Anything noteworthy?
And, of course, there are achievements (I think I published a few books [I might need to check the details …], but I’m not too concerned about them. I don’t want to look back – so the other option is …
What is there to look forward to?
Wwwwwellllllllllllllll – do I really have to say? Can’t it be a secret?
Those resolution things? I only make resolutions that fit with what I’m already doing, so they’re fine.
What about the other things – plans and dreams and aspirations? We all have them, don’t we?
Instead, I’d like a boon this year. I’d like the gift of a sound mind (okay, okay – sound for a writer! Happy?) and a competent body.
Anyone know where I can get that dream? Anyone?
Oh, and I might plan on updating my glasses this year (unless the screen on the telly is fudging the small stuff to make me buy a bigger telly – not gonna happen!).
A new keyboard – ergonomic, of course, because I spend a lot of hours (or should that be ‘words’?) on it. I counted the words last year, you know. Wanna guess? Or should I just give up my secrets without any prompting?
Three novels, two anthologies (that’s a finalised count of approx 200,000 words right there, not counting edits and research and rewrites – of which I do a lot), five first drafts (waiting for some brain-storm activity, editing, or other forms of torture), and I removed two sets of anthologies (yes, I do that – why? Because I want each book to be an improvement on the last, and I often use the shorts in the anthologies as the basis for a larger story … that’s my reasoning – and I’m one of the people who think not all things should stay there Forever!). So, on with the gab … where was I?
Five first drafts – the Valki story, the Wild Hunt story, Unburdened story, the Tour story (not a finished first draft – not by a long shot!), and the Ozzie Opuscules (yes, a series of Australian themed novellas based on the 26 letters of the alphabet (and if you believe I can write a short piece, I have a bridge to sell you!) and it’s not like anyone else has done the alphabet thing, is it?), so count of the words, and – drum roll – tah-dah! Add another 300,000 words to the first 200,000 words of the published and available words …
I desperately need a new keyboard (with a cord – batteries are expensive!).
Something not in that word count is the ‘other’ stuff. What? Oh, okay – notes, research, playing around with ideas to see how they pan out, character interviews, writing a scene from several different emotional angles, critiques, emails, selling myself to sell a story … and I can’t tell you how many words are in that. If I kept a record of that, the sanity would slip a long way down that slope … I can feel it, I’m going down, hold onto me, down … down … gurgle …
I’m going to work now – I’m going to write a new thriller (March?), and then I’m going to … check on the folder of first drafts to see who wants to come out to play (Tour?).
Did I start this post for a reason? That’s what happens at the close of a year – mind-mucking-out!
Cheers and a Happy New Year!!!
In February, I’ll do it all again for the start of the Chinese New Year!!!