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(goals/recap) In with the new, out with the old

2012 is here.  2011 has left.  While it wasn’t as bad a year for me as it was for some of my friends, I’m not sorry to see it go.  It’s a new year, and that means a chance to look at what I’ve done in the past year, and what will be happening in the future.

Looking back at my livejournal, I see I didn’t have any goals set for 2011 (or if I did, I can’t find them).  But I did accomplish a few things:

1. Finished and turned in Last Rites (Dark Horseman #3)

2. Put together Spells and Swashbucklers (the sequel to Rum and Runestones, which is getting turned in very soon)

3. Self-published Snow (a Dark Horseman Novella) at the end of December

4. Won NaNoWriMo for the first time!

Not a bad year.  I didn’t really track my number of words, but it was pretty impressive for me.

Now, to 2012.  I have goals.  And this year, this is what I will accomplish.  First, the writing goals:

1. Finish the untitled Dark Horseman Christmas story (which may become a novella, not sure).

2. Finish and sub the first Sapph novella.

3. Write the rough draft of my Secret Project Novel.

4. Finish the six-episode arc of Tales of the Scorned Lady.

5. Write the rough draft of The Strange Disappearance of Santa Claus.

6. Write 250 words of fiction every day.

7. Morning pages (over at 750words.com) every day.

Then, the health goals:

1. I will exercise 30 minutes every day, whether it be on the Wii or at the gym.  No excuses.

2. I will modify my lifestyle and the food I eat, without giving up all the foods I love.

3. I will walk/run to Rivendell by the end of the year.

Finally, the life goals:

1. I will declutter my house by December 31st, 2012.

2. I will get my finances under control by June 30th, 2012.

3. I will enjoy life more in 2012.

The last one is really important to me.  I don’t want to be just another drone – I want to live life, even if I live it on a budget.  Walks in the park cost nothing.  Reading in the sunshine costs nothing.  Sitting by a stream with a fishing pole and breathing in clean air costs nothing (don’t need a license if you don’t have hooks on your line!).

I’ll be keeping track of my books read over at Goodreads (I’m captain_hobbes over there, if you want to add me), and I’ve got a spiffy new word count spreadsheet (thank you, DC!).  No word count goals this year.  I just want to see what I can do.

I write slowly, but I will write.  Because that’s what I do.

(metrics) Take 2, start of novella

Starting Count: 0
Ending Count: 637
New Words: 637

Opening Line:
How did I get myself into these situations?

Ending Line:
We ended up in the middle of the road, sideways, like a cop car doing a roadblock.

Darling:
Andrew, with his lopsided smile and short dark curls, longer than his father the head of the law firm approved of, just long enough to tangle my fingers in. Andrew, whose long fingers teased the softest notes from his violin, but who couldn’t sing to save his life. Andrew, who refused to let me keep him at arm’s length, dammit.

Unnamed novella. Ghosthunters. Sort of.

(metrics) Ghostly words on a brilliant day

Starting Count: 320
Ending Count: 862
Net Gain: + 542
Current Word MTD count: 542

Starting line:
“You ask me this after you give me a blanket?” I grumbled, but I knew he was right. If our eyes weren’t playing tricks on us, then something was out there, and I needed to find out what.

Ending line:
Which argues that maybe this isn’t a place memory, David said. You aren’t an empath, and yet you can feel it. Place memories simply don’t have the power to keep up this level of emotion.

Darling:
Ice flooded my veins as I changed, my mortal flesh melting away, leaving only the spirit behind. The air acquired a bite, colder than winter, with a dusty, faintly stale smell that filled my nostrils with the scent of death. I steeled myself and opened my eyes.