Well, 2018 was. . .fun?

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I had high hopes for 2018, as a mom, a wife, and an author.

And my to do list wasn’t grandiose by any means. I wanted to get at least one book published, work on a couple of short stories, clean up my To-Read List, organize the house a bit, and organize my family a little bit.

And yet here we are, a mere month away from the end of the year, and I haven’t even marked one item off of my 2018 Wish List.

But that’s not to say that I haven’t made accomplishments or learned anything from this year. I’ve learned quite a bit, and made some big steps towards completing a few of my goals.

I’ve spent the second half of the year really focused on Support Indie Authors. Err, at least, more focused than I was the first half of the year. While some of our members think that my inactivity on the forum is a sign that I’m not paying attention, it couldn’t be further from the truth. I spend the majority of my time answering emails, private messages, alpha reading, beta reading, and promoting our website.

In revamping the website and beginning to work more closely with some of our Premium Subscribers, I’ve learned something: I love mentoring authors.

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I love helping another author take their idea, polish it, and turn it into the beautiful work of art they envisioned when they were drafting it. I love getting excited with them as they see the progress they’ve made, and I enjoy discussing the intricate details and behind the scenes thought processes that they go through while creating it.

I almost love this more than creating my own work. I must admit that this could just be my high level of procrastination at work, but it’s been such a relief to focus on others’ work instead of my own.

That’s not to say that I haven’t written this year - I’m actually in the process of editing my final Rehab for Superheroes segment, and I have partial drafts of two short stories. And look! I’m actually writing a blog, ha ha.

So what’s next?

I try again. And then in 2020, I’ll try again, and again, and again. (and so forth and so on) And I’m going to refuse to feel guilty for it any longer. I am a busy mom. My children come first, and then my author children come second. My work typically falls to the bottom of a long long to do list. And I’m okay with that, because some day, even though it may be years from now, inspiration will strike again and I will be unable to stop writing.

In the last month that I have in 2018, I am going to try my hardest to get through the majority of my To Read list so that I can start fresh in 2019. And I want Michael (my current WIP) to be in the hands of one of the most gentlemanly ninja-editors I know.

And that’s it. End of to do list for the year.

I’d like to leave you with one final thought: take it easy on yourself. We live in a world that is so quick to judge, so quick to be negative, and so quick to look down on us. Don’t add your own judgments and negativity upon yourself. Build yourself up. Be your own cheerleader.

I was raised to be “realistic” about my abilities and taught to make rational goals instead of lofty ones. Don’t do that. Dream big. It’s okay. Take a little pride in yourself so that when you look in the mirror, you smile because you like who you are. Celebrate the accomplishments you’ve made, even if it is just that you survived 2018. Because I too, survived, and it’s been an impressive feat on my behalf.

Do I want to do better next year? Of course. But I’m proud of myself for making it this far without a mental breakdown.

Celebrate yourself. Have an extra drink; eat that extra slice of cake just this once. Be proud of who you are and what you’ve accomplished.

We were authors in 2018 and we will be authors in 2019, regardless of how much we write.

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