Out with the Old

For the rough and wild ride that 2018 has been, in terms of meeting goals and making progress, I'm going to use a rare sports analogy here and say I feel like I knocked it out of the park. I'm not generally one who does new year resolutions, but last year I gave it shot. Instead of a list of chores to get through, I gave myself a theme; 2018 was my Year of Self Care.

I've been ill for a while, but in the last ten years I've been getting progressively worse. As opposed to just suffering through the symptoms, I decided to actively devote much of my efforts this year to heal. That meant a solid year (and still going) of physical therapy, traditional therapy, tracking water intake, and trying to sort out my complicated feelings regarding my writing. I also wanted to get something sold/published. Lord knows, its been a while.

So for 2019, I wanted to repeat the magic. It took me a while to decide what I wanted. It's not as catchy sounding, but 2019 is going to be My Year of Doing More of What I Love. So I'm going to continue my physical therapy (likely until I die), treat myself nicer, and focus more on what'll make me happy. That includes establishing and maintaining a writing schedule that doesn't stress me out or guilt me and making more stories that make me happy. I've a couple ideas rattling around already.

Despite the epic shitstorm that the next few years look to be, at least this way there will be a balancing counterpoint. That's the goal anyway.
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Resolutions

For the last five or so years, I feel like I've been in a constant state of catch-up. Catch up on reading. Catch up on writing. Catch up on education. Etc. And yet, I never managed to make up the distance to achieve my ultimate goals.

So 2018, I decided, was going to be my Year of Self-Care. I don't really make New Years resolutions, but I did have a couple goals on my list. Dedicate more time to my health, physical, mental and financial. Learn more about smaller forms of my craft. Read a certain number of books. Write a few short stories, and for the love of God, get at least one of them published.

Now that it's September, I'm finally able to cross that last item off my list, and it's so utterly satisfying.

Eating the Earl will be published in the upcoming anthology, The Hamthology, edited by David F. Shultz.

I can't wait to get my hands on my copy. Especially now that I'm narrowing the distance on catching up.
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Ebb & Flow

There's a cycle to all things: activity followed by rest; calm before storms; low tides, high tides; rampant progress followed by a screeching halt of productivity. Blah, blah, blah. You catch my drift.

To be honest, I've been putting off writing this quarterly update. Partly because I've been having health complications that severely limit my ability to function and string words together, and partly because I wrote a short story to completion and I was hoping to report back with news of its acceptance into an anthology. I got pretty high in the rounds of consideration for a publication that received an unexpected couple hundred submissions, but alas, it didn't make the cut.

Which is fine. I just need to find it a proper home. I was merely mistaken as to where that was.

The most important thing is moving forward, even when you're tempted to let the constant crash of complications and setbacks keep you down.



photo credit: Ren Gooch
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