Hate, hate, hate it.
Not even the beauty of where I live makes me like January. It's bleak, gloomy and endless. At least it feels that way to me.
I refuse to make New Year's resolutions...I only break them.
But I do set writing goals.
I don't know for sure where I put last year's list, but I know pretty much what was on it. Finish at least two, preferably three manuscripts. Go to a conference. Place in some prestigious contests. Enter the Golden Heart. Sell.
I didn't do that great with last year's goals. I finished The Cowboy's Baby and worked on Burn a lot, until I wrote myself into a corner I can't get out of, and put it aside....again. I finaled in 5 contests, including the Molly and Finally A Bride.
Didn't make a conference. Just couldn't swing that one. I did get to go to CO Springs and see/meet Linda Howard. That kept me going for months.
Didn't enter the Golden Heart. Just didn't have the money this year.
No sale. But I had some decent agent requests.
All in all, it wasn't a bad year. I fell pretty short of my goals. Need to do better this year.
So...my goals for 2011 are:
Finish at least one Intrigue...I have three to choose from.
Go to CRW's bi-annual conference and pitch to agent.
Sell a book.
There you have it. About the same goals I set for myself every year.