My family has...issues...with my list making. Not the lists themselves, mind you, just my interpretation of what a rational day's list should consist of. For example, one of my daily lists may read as follows:
(Disclaimer: not an actual list, despite Danny's claims to the contrary)
Pay phone, pay electric, buy groceries (with its own secondary list), buy feed (a tertiary list), get gas for truck, make bread, go walking at lake, work on house project, take girls to class, do laundry, WRITE.
Danny insists that it is not possible to do all of the above and not go crazy. I say it is possible; all I need is the Tardis and a sonic screwdriver. Besides, anything on a list that doesn't get done on one day just gets carried over to the next day's list. Heck, I've had things on my list for years. These I refer to as "Goals". Sounds better that way.
Besides, crazy is a state of mind.
But this post really isn't about lists...per se. See the last item on the above list, the one in ALL CAPS?
That one? Yeah.
The reason I haven't been here much is due to that one little, bitty word. I've been working on a novel. No, not the Great American Novel(tm) or a multi-tome treatise on Donald Trump's hair. Just a simple cozy murder mystery set in the hills of Eastern Kentucky.
I'd always wanted to write a book. But when I was young, everyone said, "Don't be a writer. You'll starve to death!" I got a little older and it changed to, "You can't be a writer without a Bachelor's/Master's/Ph.D." Well, now I'm even older and the ubiquitous 'they' says, "You're too old to write. That's a young person's game." Instead of writing my own book, I spent my life reading books others had written.
Well, I'm heading for fifty. I'm tired of reading someone else's list. Dammit, I wanted to WRITE.
So this year, I put WRITE on my list for my New Year's "Goals", right next to LOSE WEIGHT. They're "Goals" because they get re-written on the list each and every year.
And I started writing.
I plugged away at writing the only way I knew how--a bit here, a bit there. Lots of time sitting at the local Mexican restaurant, typing away on Word Starter (MicroSoft wants like $200 for ONE official copy of Word personal. Who has that kind of money?!) while munching chips and salsa (which isn't so good for LOSE WEIGHT). I figured I'd never be able to write 70,000 to 90,000 words but at least I could give it a shot. I figured WRITE would end up like LOSE WEIGHT: Something that sounds good but ain't never realistically gonna happen, despite the size 6 dress hanging in the back of the closet. In other words: Improbable.
So imagine my shock last night, when I looked at my word count and my outline and realized...I only have 5 or 6 chapters left to write. I've already written just shy of 60,000 words. I have about 15,000 left to go.
I'm thisclose to having actually written a book! And I'm all excited about writing the second book in the series. And have started making notes about a third book. I'm a writer. I'm having the time of my life. How the heck did this happen?
Now I just need to do the same with LOSE WEIGHT.