Anyone ever wonder why people give up so easily on their new year's resolutions? I mean, here we are, January 15th and I'm sure the gyms have already thinned out and the initial burst of exercise equipment sales or diet shake craze have subsided. But still, there are some people who hold firm to their resolutions.
Me, well, I've always been a lazy bitch who never completes anything (see all failed story ideas/blog posts). It's a wonder I completed college. Still, I'm sticking to mine. So far, at least. I gave up soda once again for 2013 in an attempt to jump start a diet/healthier living for myself. Though I could definitely use a stricter diet to adhere to than "don't be a fatass." Part of that is also wanting to fit into a fierce dress for the ball coming up in Feb.
That's right. Ball. Me. In a formal dress and the whole nine since... My sister's wedding. Should be interesting. Anyway...
One of my other resolutions was to take my writing more seriously. Or, you know, actually do it. This stunning revelation came to me a couple nights ago when Chris and I were laying on the floor in his office. Not what you think. He was sitting on the floor putting together his Megazord (or taking it apart, I'm not really sure) and I crawled down there with him. Anyway, he looked up at my trunk, at the papers and books stacked under his lightsabers and Lego references (can you tell this is a grown man's 'office'?) and asked "What's that really thick book there?"
I looked up at the book in question and instantly recognized it. "My Writer's Market," I answered. He pulled the book out and starting thumbing through it. "Do you even know what it's for?" I asked him.
"Well," he said opening to a random page, "It's got a list of publishers and.. what they print.."
I couldn't help but sigh. I have never used that book. The book I saw for the first time in high school and vowed that I would have when I had a manuscript ready to sell. The book I begged my mom for for Christmas the year I graduated college in an attempt to jump start my career and ease her mind about both her daughters now having liberal art degrees. The book I haven't opened since 2011.
So why do we make resolutions? Do they actually solve anything? It's not the resolution's fault the resolver isn't so resolved.
I really do want to work on my writing. I want to finish something; something I can be proud of. Don't get me wrong: I love writing and I'll do it until I die. I just want... more.
Today, I'm sitting in LSU's union lab with two documents laying in wait in the start bar. I don't know why I prefer this space to my own apartment or the cliched coffee shop. For some reason, I feel more productive in this environment. I'm trying to write Dreamwalker (again). I think I'll make that my big project for 2013. Not to say I'm going to finish it by the end of the year, but I'd like to have a good chunk fleshed out.
I thought by writing a blog I'd have a chance to just freewrite to get the creative juices going. I've also been reading more. If you want to write, you have to read. You have to know what's out there. What's been published. What works. What people read. So I guess that's another resolution: Read more.
That one's going well, surprisingly. I just finished a book I received for Christmas and I'm starting another either today or tomorrow. Maybe the more knowledge I absorb, the more I can produce. Pretty sure that's a scientific law of some sort. Maybe by reading others, I'll find my own voice and be able to stick with something.
There are so many people I know who write with such raw honesty about their human experience on their blogs. I wish I could do that. Truth is, I don't really have much to say. I'm pretty safe when it comes to my day to day life. I don't pick up guys in coffee shops with a flash of my eyes, take him home, fuck his brains out and never hear from him again. I don't have any great tragedy that's forever changed my day to day living. I'm not smart enough to fabricate a story about robots or intricate little devices that haven't been realized in the real world yet. Still, I want that type voice. That voice that just grabs you and says, "Hey! Listen to me, you might learn something."
I wonder what people hear when they read my stuff. What does my voice say? (feel free to comment)
.:~o*'Kaylyn'*o~:.
