Wednesday, January 3, 2018

No New Year Resolutions Here, Except One Maybe Two

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By JC Lynne 

It's a strange time of year for me. This arbitrary designation of the end of one year and the beginning of the next. I think I'd like it better if we still wrapped our holidays up with the seasonal solstices and equinoxes. At least those make more sense to me. The first day of winter, the first day of spring, alas I suppose we all can't be pagan savages.

Not that anybody’s asked, but New Years Day on the Gregorian Calendar is a cosmically arbitrary event, carrying no Astronomical significance at all.
-Neil DeGrasse Tyson

I said as much to the Beard on New Year's Eve. Yep, me and Neil . . . twinsie geniuses. 

I've never been one for resolutions. I've found the best-laid plans have a way of blowing up in your face. A friend of mine once said, "Just when I say I've got shit under control God laughs." In my experience, it's not only when you have your poop in a group. The sparkling David E. Sharp offered us a delightful look at how this works in our writing last week.

Tackling one day or two at a time, possibly a week is as far as I feel confidence in planning. Okay, a month if traveling is involved. 

I have goals. For instance, I had a publishing deadline for the third Esau Continuum novel. Yeah, autumn of 2017. I wrote The F*cking Yoga Book: Yoga for The 99% instead. (Shameless plug. Publication date TBA.)

New Year resolutions are widely known to be bunk. Codswallop. Bunkum. Hooey. 

This time of year I do, however, make a long-term commitment. I register for the NCW Writers Conference. It will be my eighth or ninth year. I can hear you now.

JC, if you've been once you've been to them all. 

Codswallop. I've found something new at every single conference. I meet new writers and strengthen connections with colleagues. I've met agents and publishers. I never fail to learn something in the workshops, even if I'm only attending as an NCW ambassador. 

Hell, for those of us who write full-time the opportunity to put on street clothes and speak with adult humans working at this insane, torturous life passion is worth it alone.

JC, there isn't an agent on the list to whom I want to pitch.

Bunkum. I've learned over time we authors are always fuzzy on genres singlularly when it comes to our writing. As long as you aren't pitching something an agent has listed as a NOPE, take a chance. At best, you'll receive some valuable input. At worst, you'll have made a connection to an agent. They are human. 

JC, it's a lot of money. 

HOOEY. The conference is 122 days away. The base registration is $389.00 ($359.00 if you're a member). I can math (with a calculator most days). $3.19 per day to drop in a jar. That's it. No shit. Even if you add a master class, the agent luncheon ( a must in my opinion), and an extra pitch session it is still only $3.75 per day. 

A friggin' Grande Cafe Latte at Starbucks costs $3.65. That doesn't include any flat white, Cinnamon Dolce, Pumpkin Spice, ( GAK! ) or tax. 

Get out a jar, a Tupperware, or a zipper baggy and start dumping a five dollar bill into it every day. Start TODAY. It's worth the price of a single latte every day to discover or remind us we're not alone on this crazy train. 

I do stand by my one resolution every year. Consistency is important. 

Zero New Year resolutions here. I intend to stay the same foul-mouthed, straight talking, Zen as f*ck person same as always.

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Ronda Simmons said...

Attending the NCW conference? Now there’s a resolution that I can keep!

Susan Mark said...

Please tell me more about the yoga book. Every time I have gone to a yoga class, I've ended up feeling like everyone else is in a "groovier than thou" competition (I've clearly lost, BTW), and I'm in pain. I know it's supposed to be good for me, but I hate it. If someone can find a way to make me actually like the stuff, I'd be grateful

JC Lynne said...

My yoga is exactly for you! Come on over to the website.

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