Okay, I can learn from past errors. Last year’s letter to 2017 had exactly the opposite effect I intended. Instead of responding to my pep talk and improving over 2016, 2017 managed to exceed 2016’s ill effects in every way. Let’s not even go there.
Instead, let’s look forward. Here are my wishes for the coming year.
On a personal note, I hope 2017 will bring good health to me and mine. Above all, I pray for health, happiness, and peace within my family.
I look forward to the opportunity this year, as I untangle and resolve a mass of health issues, to spend more time with friends and less time just completing the next item on my daily lists.
But I love those lists. Thanks to them, in the worst year I have ever experienced, I’ve still kept up with the day job, published one novel and almost written another, published two lunch-time read collections and two other novellas, one new, and had novellas in three co-authored boxed sets. I haven’t done much else, but I have done that.
My target for 2018 is ten thousand words a week on a first draft of something. That’s around ten hours original writing a week, which is feasible. In 2017, I managed around half that. (Did I mention it has not been my favourite year of all time?) But with better health and less stress, I’m hopeful I can do the ten thousand words, which will split out something like this:
- the last 12,500 needed to finish The Realm of Silence
- 60,000 for House of Thorns, a marriage of inconvenience story
- five original anthology stories of between 15,000 and 20,000 words each for four different groups of authors
- 40,000 to 50,000 more words to expand The Bluestocking and the Barbarian into a full-length novel
- 80,000 for Concealed in Shadow, the sequel to Revealed in Mist
- 80,000 for Unkept Promises, the fourth Golden Redepenning novel, which tells Mia’s story
- 30,000 in subscriber-only newsletter stories, one every two months.
So that’s just under 400,000 words, leaving me a little in the tank for another project I have in mind, and for the things that steal time from beleaguered authors, such as selling the house we’re in, since we want to downsize before the end of the year.
I’m not going to say that’s the plan. Far be it from me to make an actual plan! And it certainly isn’t a promise. But it’s feasible, isn’t it? Bring on 2018, I say.