THERE'S SOMETHING euphoric about watching the last remaining seconds of the year ticking away. The world waits with bated breath. The clock strikes midnight and suddenly, a brand new year sits in its place.
Now, a whole year packed full of dreams and potential awaits you. Beckons you. The clean slate, so to speak. And in that single moment you feel as though you can be whoever, or whatever you want to be.
It’s that feeling that I want to carry with me throughout the year. But why does that magic seem to fade? Do we change our minds halfway through the year? Is it the idea of having to work really hard to achieve those goals that puts us off? Or do we simply get distracted by other, shinier things?
The following were my new years resolutions for this year:
I posted them on my (old) blog, told everyone I knew and genuinely went into 2016 with every intention of getting this done by the end of the year.
I'm still going with revision. Because of this, I haven't prepared anything to submit to literary agents. And the reading? Well, lets just say, mission not accomplished.
The year before, I smashed my goals. I wrote an entire novel. I was pretty damn pleased with myself for it and it was a big accomplishment for me.
So, what happened?
Author of bite-sized stories, with debut novel Crimson Touch out 2019.