Oscar Wilde once said something about wanting to be worthy of his imported ceramics. I’m nowhere near as ambitious; I just want to be worthy of the motto on my tea mug.
It says, “Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.”
I don’t know if setting one’s writing goals out in the public eye is within the comfort zone of most people – it isn’t yet in mine. And yet…
I would like to finish my work in progress. Quite specifically, book one, second series – and then, the other books inspired by the first series, and then, the other books to finish the second, and then there is this third idea and suddenly one lifetime doesn’t seem nearly enough.
Tweeting and hashtagging seem to be part of this endeavour and I am not conversant in either. Remind me to list the slog of things I did not know how to use when I started writing; it has the makings of another book in itself. I’m still learning how to use this site!
And I am very much a pantser who works on inspiration. And yet…
YA Buccaneers Spring Bootcamp.
Doesn’t look as if settling down into a familiar, comfortable second half century is in the cards for me.