I can take classes this summer.
I can not take classes this summer.
I can sit by the pool and read novel after novel until I look like a toasty latte with nutmeg.
I can contemplate what I want to do with my navel.
I can write.
I suppose that is the real thing I want to work towards. Writing. I see others around me offered publishing contracts all over the place throughout the years. One of my oldest and dearest friends used to tell me it was funny to her that she’d published so much when I was the one who wanted to be a writer.
It is funny. For all my wanting to write and write and express, the last couple of years I’ve really not done a lot of writing. The last two Novembers I did the NaNoWriMo thing successfully, but is a book in a month once a year really what I’m searching for? Well I did do the 100 day novel thing too last year, so two novels last year, but I digress.
I have an idea that I really like, and I wanted initially to just save it up for NaNo this year. I wanted to, but now I’m thinking that I want to start now, I want to be excited about writing again.
I haven’t set any specific goals as to yet, but I will, I will set very specific goals and write it all down and put it together for my summer. November is forever away, I think right now I want to just write because I want to see what happens with my idea. Since I haven’t been brave enough to post any of my previous NaNo work, once I get started I will publish it online and take criticism with hearty abandon. Details on where I will put this idea up is to come.
Ah, I have a summer plan, now, now I can go take a nap.