As 2017 continues to power forward, making its illustrious presence known in varying ways, I have dusted off my readers cap and mapped out my ever glorious reading goal by way of Goodreads once more. Reeling in pride that no matter what happens in my everyday life each passing year, I will try to always strive to find a way to tunnel my way through either meeting or surpassing my book/reading goal. Reflecting back now, I realize that reading truly has been that one life constant that I haven’t strayed from regardless of my feelings, predicaments, or detours that pop up in my life….
I’m guessing that by now this will continually be a contented and pleasant accomplishment/goal of mine each year. Or at the very least it’ll reveal itself as a hope that I’ll strap onto my life and leisure goals for 2017 and the years going forward…..
So it’s been a good minute since I’ve ventured into the pinning down and pouring out my thoughts onto this blog (or anywhere else for that matter). To say a lot has happened in my life, and probably the lives of countless others would be an understatement to say the least. So welcome 2017.
I watched a ball drop, watched one of my favorite singing icons drown in “mishaps”, and yet again, pen my wishful resolutions to take shape in this bright and shiny New Year ahead….but at this very moment, as I sit here keying and taking in this extraordinaire thing called everyday life I can’t help but flash back to the blur that we called 2016.
As the days continue to tick onward regardless of where we find ourselves, each passing year I continue to hold onto one particular constant. My love of books. My beacon of happiness that I have come to find usually embedded within the pages of a good book. It’s amazing what joy, inspiration, or even just a simple distraction a good story can play, running rampant against the confines of mere pages….the colorful chalk outline of my clarity….
I can’t believe that this is my first blog post of 2016. Wow!! Well here goes. It’s been over 10 years since making NC my home, yet I still haven’t come to terms with or managed to find any common ground in dealing with the ever changing winters here. One day it’s dipping into what constitutes a normal winter with frost, snow, and ice, then the next day we’re cruising to seventy city. It’s crazy. But what has become even more sporadic, grazing the lines of unsettling, has been the up and down scattered state of my writing/reading.
For me it seems that the winter season, for whatever reason, posts most of my drought times as of late. I have always been one to curl up with a good book during the dry cold season (usually accompanied by a hot caffeinated beverage), yet now days I rarely find or make the time for either when I get home from work. Even my participation in my beloved NanoWriMo the last few seasons has been minimal at best
At times I’ve all but had to drag myself into finishing or even starting new books and/or series. While my love of reading/writing is still present, it seems as though my drive and desire to partake in either has seriously dwindled. I’m hopeful that this first blog post of 2016 will be the spark that I need to pull me out of the virtual funk that I’ve been in. The spotlight has been cast. But I guess only time will tell if the fog lacing this writer’s/readers drought will descend soon. Fingers crossed!!!
Almost two months into this newest year, I am one and a half book series on target in meeting my book goals for 2015. While I am still in pursuit of my writing goals, my reading goals are what seem to be taking shape, nicely I might add. I guess for me it appears to be a round trip of what’s familiar that is keeping me focused on the passion of my bigger picture. Books. Though a writer at heart, I find myself at a standoff off of with my hearts truest desire. Writing. (Sorry, but a too good to be true story/plot will forever be my comfort.)
With Goodreads, reading and writing pursuits seem to go hand in hand.
So I must ask, What comprises or helps keep you up with your reading and/or writing life these days?
Almost through the first month of the new year and I can’t help but feel a triumphant sense of personal accomplishment in having already read four books towards my reading challenge I set for myself on Goodreads. This year I actually set a somewhat conservative and VERY attainable goal of the number of books and series that I hope to diverge myself into. For me this was completely strategic. Discovering and engrossing myself into the world of reading books has always been an all too easy habit that I have found for myself, diving into on far too many occasions….yet the act of actual writing has proven itself as a lost art on me for the past year or so.
It has really proven itself a challenge for me to set, find time for, or even worse just in developing and keeping an habitual time each day, set aside purely for writing. My writer’s drive and passion are still intact, pre-set to overdrive. In fact, the more I read, the more amped I find myself ready to put pen to paper to create my own literary tale for the world. Yet for the life of me I can’t figure out why I’m still stuck on an unfinished manuscript that has been in the works of the “revamped” stage for seemingly forever. This new year I’m suddenly trying to scope out any ideas for how to get back into the writing groove.
Though a challenge in itself with work and family obligations, realizing my writer’s dream is still a plausible possibility, right? While I’m no stranger to the challenges that life sometimes carries your way, seemingly taking you farther away from your aspirations and pursuits with each passing day. At the moment I can’t help but feel the threat of my stagnate writing becoming a life regret that has the power to haunt with regret.
But I’ve decided that even with this flicker of momentary defeat, I can’t let it settle in and take root. I must push on and pound the writing pavement by any means and creative avenues, no matter how great or small. Getting back to my writing shall undoubtedly continue to be a challenge, but not one flagged in the impossible. Write something everyday. Anything no matter how good or bad? Right? I’ve decided that this just may be the strategic shovel to dig myself out of the slump I’ve placed myself in. And what better kickoff than with the self challenge of posting regularly to this blog. It was after all my beginning platform to connecting and sharing a few random words and thoughts with the world when I first took the NanoWriMo challenge a few years back. And I can’t help but feel the surge of potential and promise each time when I put out a post on this little blog that still stands strong for me as I pound out word after word, pulling myself back into the writing game tonight. I’m thinking, yes it will continue to be a challenge, but one that is both welcome and accepted
I just finished my first book of 2015, book one towards my reading goal made towards achieving this new year and it was magnificent. Yes the book series that I just started was immaculate, but the truth be told, it was the actual kick off to my 2015 reading goal that has left me more than antsy for all the GREAT books and works that are sure to comprise this new year. I can also attest to wanting to play catch up on various stories that I left behind in 2014. What books, authors, or sequels are you most looking forward to storming the scene this new year?
Only a few days into the new year and I can’t help but feel the undeniable sense of promise that everyday life seems to carry with it within each new day that we’re privy to partake in. Though I am still standing by my no resolutions, only to live and capture something new in each new day state of mind kick, I’m still taken by the freedom and unpredictability that a new year hides within its folds.
A new year is more than a signal for new beginnings for us, it holds unlimited, untapped, and beyond the core of realization of all that we could accomplish if we more than put our minds to that something special that we hope to one day see as a reality.
A new year is more than a brand new you. It can be the dawn of new beginnings to take each of us from the land of impossible and down the sometimes winding, unimaginable road paved in possibilities that we hope to make a reality in our lifetime.
For me, a new year always poses as an early snap shot of what I hope will come. But more importantly, what I hope to make happen for myself. It signals my dawn of new beginnings, taking me from the trenches of the past year and storm into the valleys of my life’s what’s yet to come moments. What new beginnings are each of you putting into effect? And what are you thankfully leaving behind?