Last year, I made three New Years resolutions. One, start a blog and post everyday, two, become a more serious writer, and three, read over 50 books. I achieved all of them.
I dragged myself over to a computer every night without fail to write about my day. Sometimes, it was just a sentence or a picture, and sometimes it was well over a thousand words, but there was a post everyday. I have a record of what happened to me every single day that I can look back and shake my head (Honestly, March-2011-version-of-Ella, you were seriously melodramatic.) or nod approvingly at (Nice job graduating from high school, June-23rd-Ella).
I wrote well approximately 70,000 words in November as part of National Novel Writing Month (and later deleted over 50,000 of them), proving to myself that I can write fiction even when the quality is embarrassingly sucky. I wrote numerous short-stories and letters. I had many, many, many affairs with 4 a.m. because I was on a roll and didn’t want to stop. I attended several book signings–the Maureen Johnson The Name of the Star book launch and a Daughter of Smoke and Bone event. I met Libba Bray and Laini Taylor, had long conversations with both of them, and am now followed by them on Twitter. I became a member of The Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators and am going to their NYC Winter Conference at the end of February. I finally learned how to spell “series” and “business” at the old age of 18.
I read well over 96 pleasure books this year and ran out of shelf space again. Books are stacked in piles of ten on my floor, on my desk, and bedside table. Of the money I spent, 30% was on clothing, food, and gifts, 60% on books, and 10% on other necessities. I regret none of it.
So for 2012, I figured that it would be good to step up the resolutions up a notch.
This year I will post on this blog everyday, finish, edit, and query my YA novel, bring my BMI up to at least 18.5, redecorate my bedroom, wear vintage clothing at least once a week, and run a mile in under eight minutes. I can do this.
Because this was a self-indulgent blog post, enjoy this picture of Pippa and me that I put on our New Years card.