Tuesday, October 17, 2006

A New Day Has Begun

Or it will when the sun comes up tomorrow. Hear me now and hold me accountable. I'm tired of feeling like crap because I'm not as in shape as I should be. I'm tired of being tired and not getting enough done as far as my writing goes. So, here are my end of the year resolutions:

I promise to start back to the gym TOMORROW night. I hope to go 5 days a week where I participate in either a class or individual exercise.

I promise not to drink as much...which shouldn't be a problem after my outrageous display during TX/ OU weekend. (Did I mention that to you?)

I promise to spend at least 20 hours a week on some kind of writing work- that can include queries, synopsis work, notes for new books, revising, brainstorming, contest entries, or just free-writing with specific characters in mind.

Life is too short not be happy with yourself most of the time. So, after hitting 35, I've decided I want to be happier with myself. I'm counting on you to harrass...er, I mean cheer me on to success! After hemming and hawing for weeks, I'm finally up for the challenge. The question is, are you?

5 comments:

Michelle said...

Good luck with the new resolutions!

Lexi said...

Thanks, Michelle! I managed to avid the candy dish in the boss's office today, as well as the awesome pizza in the cafeteria. One meal at a time, I guess. But now I MUST get back to the WIP.

Elisabeth Naughton said...

35?! No way. I was sure you were in your mid-20s.

It's good to have a goal. You'll get there. Baby steps. :)

Catherine Avril Morris said...

Woo-woo! Good for you--those sound like great resolutions. Except...20 hrs./week on writing stuff? On top of what I'm sure is a 50-hrs.+/week day job? Wellll....I might say don't push yourself too hard, lest you burn yourself out. On the other hand, I know you and you can handle a lot. In fact you must be some kinda Superwoman, with all you do and accomplish. So, pile it on, sister--I know you can do it!

Lexi said...

Elisabeth, you get a gold star for moving me back to my mid-twenties. Oh, to be that age and know what I know now...

Catherine, during my toughest year of teaching writing was the only thing that kept me sane. Some weeks I spent 50+ hours on school and then 30+ on writing.