What is your one main goal for this year? Call it your writing resolution. Not two. Not five. Your main and only one. And why is it your goal?
I fell off this particular horse a long time ago, and I haven’t been very successful about getting back on. So that’s the goal.
See, life and work and health issues have kept me from writing. And I didn’t so much fight them as build a sad little blanket fort and let it happen. 2014 proved to be profoundly shitty, and I was really, really unprepared to deal with it.
I set a tiny, tiny goal for WriYe. Only 120k, 10k a month. A decade ago I would have laughed at so tiny a challenge. Right now, though, I’m soft and sick and weak, and all I want is to make it to the end. I want to be a writer again. It was my favorite part of myself, and in my soft, shuddering weakness I let it be taken away. I want it back, I want myself back. I want the hum of stories in my ears like spring cicadas. I want to go to the place in myself where stories come from and not find the door locked and barred.
I just want to be myself again.