In July of 2017, I told myself I would have a manuscript ready to pitch and query in 2018. And uh, yeah… about that. I’ve got some work to do. No more half-assing. No more starting and stopping. No more partially finished drafts before moving on to the next story idea my dumb brilliant brain wants to bring forth into quasi-existence. No more feeling like a pile of wet mushy flesh run over by a truck driven by Death and his backseat driver, Despair. Well, I can’t control that too much. Body and Brain do what the Body and Brain want to do apparently.
BUT, I’ll try to help it out as much as I can possibly muster with food of the colorful crunchy variety (I’m thinking Froot Loops. That’s healthy, right?) and exercise, rest, chanting under a torrent of rain to the gods of body rejuvenation. Ya know, the usual self-care bullshit. But if I can push through it, I’m gonna push through it. This book for some holier than thou reason ain’t writin’ itself.
(And yes, I did ask, in my most sugary voice that could ooze molasses if a voice could ever ooze molasses, if the book would write itself. It said, “No bitch, do it your damn self.” BOOK’S GOT SOME SASS, Y’ALL.)
So, I have set goals. I have set deadlines. I have assigned rewards because yes, I’m five years old and need motivational treats. And I apparently need to learn habits and uh, like, how to be an adult sometimes too.
So whew, lots to do and accomplish this year. Adulthood. Eat more vegetables. Learn how to chant. Write a goddamn book. YOU GUYS. SO. MUCH. TO. DO.
On the agenda for me to throw my words at people (yes literally, Imma throw ’em) and hope they like it is Pitch Wars in July. Yikes, so close! And I’ll also be attending the PNWA 2018 Conference in September.
So, see you there? Yes? Maybe? What, no? Why are you here? WHO SENT YOU?