Dear 2016, You Can Fuck Right Off
So, this post is meant to be the annual look back at 2016 and a look ahead at goals for 2017.
I think Helen Mirren said it well. For me, this year has pretty much sucked endless ass–particularly on the professional, cultural, social and political fronts. But for the sake of this post (and my mental health) I’m just going to focus on my own professional issues.
The short version of this post is: I feel like I’ve failed miserably on the professional front and I hate everything.
Here’s how everything shook out.
I’d planned to write 5 books and 36 pieces of flash fiction.
I wrote 36 pieces of flash fiction, 3 short stories, and 1 book–1 book that I dearly love. And then? I was stupid enough to release it four days prior to what may have been the most contentious, awful election in all of U.S. history. Way to think that through, Bron.
I’d planned to write all 76 scheduled blog posts.
I actually did that – plus 35 more for a total of 111 blog posts. So, that was good.
And Jess and I did start our newsletter, finally. So, that’s good, too.
So that ended up being:
Writing: 89,471 words
Blogging: 77,482 words
Client Editing: 1,431,892 words
That’s a far cry from last year, but it’s also not zero, so…
And to be fair, I don’t hate everything. But I do hate the stress, anxiety, depression, and fear that have been my constant companions for the last 12 months. I’m usually a fairly positive person, but worry and grief over world and cultural events (as well as a few personal ones) have made that more than a little difficult.
But, ultimately, my family and friends are safe and sound and whole and mostly well, and for me, that’s the most important thing.
So, my goals for this coming year are:
Get a handle on the negativity that’s seems to be plaguing me.
Do what I can to affect positive change in the world–even if they’re only small things.
Write day and night like I’m running out of time.
How about you – what are your goals?