So 2013, in writing terms, was a sneakily great year. I say that because it would appear that I didn’t do so hot. I didn’t begin and finish a book. I didn’t write 20 short stories. I spent a lot of the year in a depressive funk where my writing is concerned (why oh why is my career not going anywhere?). But when I look past my angst and really delve into what I accomplished this year, it’s sort of awesome. I ran the Origins writing program; edited my first anthology; had three short stories published and two more accepted, all in anthologies; wrote a novella; took a stab at a new novel, hated it, and started again; and performed readings of fiction and nonfiction.
You know what? I’m doing okay.
Goals for the next year are much the same as they’ve always been. Read more. Keep putting my work out there. Jumping on opportunities when they present themselves. Write, write, write.