Wow. I blinked and 2015 is over. Insane.
This was a weird year. A really weird year. I'm looking back over it and wondering what I accomplished, and it feels like nothing. Well, I have one MAJOR accomplishment...I grew and birthed and started raising my first child. And that has truly been the focus of my year. Obviously.
So, because of Baby Love, all of my writing stuff pretty much got put on the back burner. The back, back burner. The back, back, back burner. When I was pregnant I had the attention span of a gnat, and once this guy showed up my schedule went all to hell and I really lost all the time and energy I had for writing before. When even getting a chance to eat lunch is a miracle, working on that novel becomes a pretty distant memory.
The one thing I managed to make progress on was my very last semester of my MFA program, which is my creative thesis semester. Even though it was really difficult, I managed to attend residency in Louisville while 35 weeks pregnant and then make every single packet deadline while working full time and caring for a newborn/infant, with 75+ pages of original writing and a 30 minute graduation lecture and pages of some new stuff, too. Now I have one more to go...just ONE, and I'm done. I'll graduate this summer. I can't believe it.
But, of course, with the end looming and my life as mom with full time job who also wants to have time for writing finally getting figured out, I have to figure out what's next. My second novel IN REAL LIFE (which I actually wrote before PUSH GIRL...heh) comes out in March, but...then what? I have a finished novel that needs a little revision and I have the novel I've been writing for my MFA and I have the beginnings of an IRL companion idea and I have an idea for something cool that I need to figure out. I have, I have, I have, but where do I start? And when?
So, I set some goals. As I do. Find time for reading OR writing every day. I won't be able to write every day, but if I can't write, I want to read. I want to do something productive for my writing career. And I also need to work on redefining what "writing time" looks like for me, because it's no longer going to be three or four consecutive hours of work, and that has to be okay.
And I set my focus word for 2016: SIMPLICITY
Keep it simple, stupid. No need to kill yourself going overboard. Do what you can do, even if it's the bare minimum. In the paraphrased words of Eliza Hamilton, that will be enough.
Bring it on, 2016. I have a feeling I have no idea what you have in store for me, but I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be.