I suppose that most of us have goals.  My goals as a writer tend to be mnemonic:  I will finish the novel.  I will publish another poetry chapbook.  I will submit my work to literary magazines more frequently.  Perhaps some of you share the same or a similar mantra.

Often, I will be in the second half of the year, however, before I realize that I have interrupted myself so frequently with a lapse of discipline, or my “real” life as a wife and mother, or, yes, even my own creative spirit (I can get enthusiastic about so many different projects and collaborations!), that I have not taken all the necessary steps to ensure that my writing goals will be met by a time certain.  It is not that I am failing to accomplish things.  I am just not always accomplishing those things I set out to accomplish. Continue reading “Another New Year” →