I’ve decide I’m attacking April. Maybe it’s because I’m still on a jelly bean high from Easter, or the fact that it’s now April and goals I set myself months ago haven’t come to fruition. Either way, I’m going to try attacking April with some productivity.
Granted, it won’t be a WWF move where I dive off the top rope. More like me starting to run, tripping on a crack, having that momentary flash of “Great, this is how I die” and then catching myself.
Okay, that’s not really attacking, but I’ve never been into war games or sports, so I have to attack the month with my awkwardness.
In an attempt not to overwhelm myself, I’m not going to plan all the things at once. I’m planning on starting small. Organize desk. Write X amount of words a week. Set new realistic dates in my goals. Remind myself how things take time. Remember to do laundry before I run out of clean underwear.
My goals are kinda slackers, but they’re still goals.
First lesson will be learning how to carve out writing time, and then defending it with a sharp stick. Because I don’t do that, and I need to.
Second lesson will be list writing. And then not losing the list, or Maura swiping the list.
Maybe my long-term goal will be having my novel revised and an agent found by the end of the year. That’s eight months. I could manage it. Possibly.
Third lesson apparently needs to be stomping out self-doubt. Luckily I got a new pair of shoes that’ll help with that.