I'd never had a designated writing space of my very own until recently. Before that, I wrote in my kitchen or a cubicle in the library. Neither of those places worked spectacularly well. I love my local library, or any library for that manner. But it's fifteen minutes away, and it's hard enough as it is to get myself motivated (You mean I actually have to get dressed and drive all the way down there . . . ?) I like my kitchen too, but then the TV and the fridge are like right there. So that wasn't very conducive to maintaining the groove either.
When I went to Wales last summer, my bedroom in the house where I stayed came equipped with a desk. It was like a revelation. I decided I'd get me a desk once I got back. And here it is, my very own writing desk.
You'll notice all the essentials: laptop, lamp, thesaurus, Coke Zero (not Diet, this is very important), iPod (which has been playing a lot of this lately while I write), spiral notebook for manic idea-scribbling, and reference materials (three different folkore books - the novel's about fairies. Awesome, manipulative, butt-kicking fairies. In case you hadn't guessed). And look! I even managed to snap a pic on a day when the Muse decided to visit.
Sooooooo. Goals. (Graceful segue, that.) I'm not a huge fan of goals. I don't believe in New Year's resolutions because I never keep them. Much like one of our friends over at Smashing Stories, I prefer to meander my way through life. It's not like I never get anything done. But there's something about saddling myself with a solid, set-in-stone goal that gives me the heebie-jeebies because A) I could teach seminars on creating unnecessary anxiety for oneself and B) I feel like a complete loser if I don't meet my goal, for whatever reason.
That said, this month marks two years since I started writing my novel. I have 44,000 some-odd words so far. Over two years. Everybody writes at their own pace, but this is getting ridiculous. It's time to move on. Time to get this story out of me and onto paper so I can send it into the world. Time for these characters to get out of my head so I can make room for the next batch of voices. So here's my goal, y'all are my witnesses: I'm going to finish my draft this year. Yup, I said it. I'll have to kick it up a notch. Or five. But that's okay. It'll be good for me. 362 days and counting. Are you listening, 2011? Because I'm about to make you mine.
What are some of your goals for this year?