My Weekly Calendar

I used to have a goal here about eventually reading one book a day and writing fifty pages each week. Someday I may be able to get to fifty pages written, but I've had to come to terms with my inability to read fast enough to ever reach the other goal. Instead, I've begun pacing myself for what I think I can accomplish around work and other priorities. It will drastically cut back how many books I get through each year, but sometimes life is also about accepting what you won't achieve. It's beautiful and necessary to believe in infinite possibilities, but it's also beautiful and necessary to understand limitations.






Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Welcome to TJC's House of Discipline

Which is way less kinky than it sounds. Basically, I'm lazy and need constant reminders of what I'm supposed to be doing with my life. It's not that I don't enjoy reading and writing - I do, I really, really like them. It's that I'm perpetually afraid of beginning something because I'm equally perpetually afraid of being criticized. Cowardly...lion. I need courage...huzzah.

My plan long ago was to read one book per week this year to accustom myself to a routine, then to introduce, each year, another book each week, then another, until I was reading during every free minute. It worked okay, I kept it up fairly well. I also wanted to document all of the books I read and that didn't work so well. My hope is to be caught being naughty when I don't report the new book or document it as having been read in the handy gadget at the bottom of the screen.

Meanwhile, I have a friggin' Master's degree in writing. And I...work at a clothing store. I'm a winner. I've been kicking around two ideas for stories for a long time - one serious novel (semi-autobiographical) and one novella series, with the possibility to truly be endless. Ya see, I have one true character who runs through my head but I've worried that I can't write every story about said character in fear of being called unimaginative, unrealistic, and unimportant. But then I realized that I shouldn't care. I realized that I...am going to write a soap opera. I'm going to
WRITE a SOAP OPERA. One little sleepy village is going to go through every major catastrophic event possible (from kidnapping to exorcism - I'm looking at YOU Days of Our Lives) and each character is going to survive fifty or so life-and-death situations. And it will be entertaining and fun, and suspenseful and gripping, magical and real.

Oh, yeah, and fantastic shit will happen right alongside realistic shit. Time periods will overlap and a world will be created. Deal.

I'll periodically post on how I liked each book and how I'm feeling about the written stories. I will not divulge details of the The Serious Novel. It has a name, but I will also squirrel even that away for now. It will be titled just as you have seen it: The Serious Novel.

I'm going to rotate every three weeks between The Serious Novel, The Orchard Boy Series, and writing a short story (a girl's gotta get her foot in the door). I will also rotate between library books and books read on the FACTICK (fucking-awesome-creation-that-is-called-Kindle). I'll also read other things as well, as sometimes a book doesn't take more than a day or two to read, but for now I'm interested in reaching these goals. Just know I'm not buggering off after I complete said goals.

Thanks for reading and or following. I think this routine will work for me, and I'm also confident that this time, I mean it.

P.S. How hard is it to grab five random books? The other day my sister was headed to the library and I told her to grab me five random books, and she said, "I don't know what you like." I said, "No, no, just go up to the shelf, close your eyes and pick five random books." She returns with these books and says, "It was really hard to find five random books. I kept having to put them back because they didn't look like what you read." Le sigh. Le piu.

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