Ah, New England in January. The first year I planned a family visit in January, I seriously doubted my own sanity. But, that year I was strongly compelled and was very glad I got to spend time with my mother before she died somewhat unexpectedly while I was there. I've continued to make this wintery trip since while many Christmas trees are still up, and window candles light the darkness in houses everywhere.
This morning I' m on a bus from Concord, New Hampshire to West Dennis, Massachusetts on Cape Cod to stay with my cousin. Today's snowstorm closed schools, but the plows have been out now and the trees are picture post card beautiful out my bus window. How could I not feel like writing?
I admit the goal to write through my post op foot surgery days fell flat. I' m disappointed in myself for that, but I didn't want to write and had nothing worth sharing. Today I start my do-over, and I have a shiny new plan.
- My completed YA novel still needs a home. Thirty agents have declined. When I get home from my trip, I'm going to spend some time with it then send it out to a hefty batch of editors and publishers. Really, what have I got to lose?
- I started an adult novel last fall. I' ll read it again with fresh eyes. If I'm not enthused, I' ll set it aside and begin a new story, maybe go back to YA.
- The first novel I wrote in 2000 is on my mind. I've learned a couple of things about writing since then. Maybe I' ll check it out, take it apart, and put it back together. I could pitch it at the NCW conference this spring. Why not?
- My self-confidence has returned. New and improved foot, new and improved attitude going on here.
Who would like to join me in making January "Write Like You Mean it Month" this year?