Happy 2013, dear friends! Did we all survive? Do you have your sanity intact? Or are you all still full of sugar and holiday cheer? (Or maybe you are recovering from it...)
I'm still baking. In our family's evolution, and realizing how overfull my plate usually is right before Christmas, I have opted to send our greetings and treats in the New Year. So, everyday, I've been making something small, and my kids have, one by one, been taking their little goodie bags to school and have passed them out to their teachers.
Whatever works, right?
I've also been making lists. No picture of this one, because there is super secret stuff in there that I can't say anything about yet. A lot of writing goals--of course--but a little of crafting, home fixing, and day job stuff.
2012 was a milestone year for this novice, but now serious, writer. Polishing STITCHES OF TRUTH, querying, contests (and becoming a finalist in several!), and all the emotions that come with this, had invaded every bit of my brain and space in my heart this past year. You are lookin' at a woman who has been properly initiated into the frosh year of author rejection. Don't feel bad for me, I've learned so much. I know there's still more to come.
Last year, I also completed another novel, and am on my first set of revisions for this work in progress. It's got a long way to go, but she's all mine.
But I want more. Representation, obviously. Publication, eventually. But besides that, I want more of myself this year. Smarter commitments, deeper connections in my projects and work, embracing what uplifts me, and just like tapering the words on the page, letting go of those things (and people) that negatively bring me down.
2012 was about making significant choices, reprioritizing, pushing my envelope.
2013, for me, is about ditching the ol' sonofab-- and crafting myself a custom, pink, shearling-lined, extra-large envelope, and enjoying the room to grow into.
Tall order, right? But heck, I've got to try.