I am against New Year’s Resolutions. I believe that people make new year’s resolutions with good intentions, but with a subconscious knowledge that it will NEVER happen. I once made a new year’s resolution to write more as it was something I enjoyed and knew I wanted to do. And of course, it didn’t happen.
When I was in Grade 7 (give or take; I don’t honestly remember quite how old I was) I wrote a book. I chintzed out on the ending (I killed all my characters to avoid a complicated dénouement) but I wrote it. All of it. By hand, no less. And I would be lying if I said I haven’t read and re-read it at various points in my life wondering why it never moved beyond that old, coil-bound scribbler.
And then…a light went off in my head. What happened to my writing? I love to write. I want to write. But I was not doing it as a sole focus or a single passion. Why not? Because I was waiting for the right moment. A “New Year’s Resolution”, so to speak….
I finally made a “Random Tuesday Afternoon Resolution” to keep up my end of the bargain and get back to writing. And today…I love EVERY minute of it.
Even when writer’s block hits.
Even when critiques slam my desk.
Even when all I can do is stare at a blank screen for hours and wonder where to start… I love it.
So this year, among my yearly resolutions to exercise more and eat less chocolate, my New Year’s Resolution is to quit writing. That way, I know it will never happen; and that is a resolution I can keep.