… and what 2020 taught me.
No, I don’t really want to climb a mountain, live in Japan, become rich and famous or buy a yacht. Those are not things that are important to me.
The year 2020 was a year of change. And, although Covid has brought a lot of suffering, not all was bad.
In 2020 we learned to slow down. We learned that more isn’t always better. We discovered new ways to be with our loved ones. We became more creative. Because we had to.
For me personally, 2020 was the year where I finally beat my writer’s block, which had prevented me from working on my novel for too many years!
Sure, I wrote. I wrote blog posts. Most of them uninspired and only born out of a dogged stubbornness to write despite the stupid writer’s block.
I had no idea what caused my creative block until Covid forced me into “voluntary” self isolation. Slowly but steadily, the fog in my brain (that had become so permanent I didn’t even notice it anymore) cleared. Finally, in the stillness of my mind, I could hear my muse’s voice again. Whispering those sweet words. “I’m back.”
I took my semi-forgotten manuscript out of that virtual drawer, and read it back. And my muse showed me what I needed to do.
I changed my cast and started over. I wrote. And wrote. I wrote some more. Until, after a few months, and over 100,000 words later, I typed: “End of Book 1”.
By this time, I already had the concepts of books two and three firmly planted in my mind. And an idea for another story, set in another world, but in the same universe.
Currently, I am editing Book 1, and writing that other story. And I’m enjoying the ride. My characters? Probably not quite as much. I’m a god. Not Santa.
So, with all that in mind, I set my goals for 2021.
All of these are goals that I can actually achieve.
What are your goals for 2021?