“The nearest way to glory is to strive to be what you wish to be thought to be.” – Socrates
That’s it. I’ve done it. I have joined the millions. I have hop upon the bandwagon. I made a New Year’s resolution. I never made one before. The point was nonexistent. Why set a goal for the New Year when only 12% of the populace obtained it. But I’ve to a realization: I’m simply not disciplined enough to work without a deadline. I’m lazy. I procrastinate. Unless I’m being held accounted, I just don’t do it. So with a sigh of resignation, I made a resolution.
This year I will complete my first draft. Wait 4-6 weeks. Rewrite. Wait again. Edit. Then give my darling to a few trusted individuals for them to read and destroy. Hopefully, they won’t completely obliterate it; because if they did, I would bang my head against the wall. Repeatedly. I plan for my book to publish by the time I graduate college. Or at least have it in a publishing house. For this to happen, I must write and have my work critique in under a year. This shouldn’t be too hard considering I don’t have a TV. But on the underhand, I will need to get a part-time job soon. Add that to the hardcore classes I’m taking and my time is eaten and digested. The New Year looks busy.
But that’s not all; I also plan to interact with my fellow bloggers more often, sprinkle a short story here and there, and catch up on my reading. I don’t think I’ve ever been this goal-oriented before. I guess that growing up for you.