WordWranglers

Since January 1, my inbox has been full of emails extolling the virtues of setting goals for 2025, both writing and otherwise. It’s usually something I enjoy doing. Getting dreams down on paper helps to make them more concrete. More real.  But I’m not sure if I’ll being setting concrete goals this year. It puts a lot of pressure on me. And It’s deflating when I don’t meet a goal. My goal all through 2024 was to finish a first draft of the third (and final) book in my time travel romance series. I was working hard to get to the goal line, and then bam! I got sick. Twice, once in November, and then again in December. Nothing serious, but enough to knock me off track. And is it ever a good idea to try to finish something during the busy Christmas season? Between decorating, shopping, baking and wrapping, I set myself up for failure. I definitely want to get things done in the coming year. I want to finish that three-book time-travel romance series, and hopefully self-publish it in the...