I love and don’t love the end of a calendar year.
I love the fresh start, the new planner with blank pages and the resolutions that still hold promise.
What I don’t love is those resolutions that remain in my head as things I should do but that never get done.
This year, I had resolved to read more blogs and to promote my own blog, but what I ended up doing is a blog binge. That is, I filed away blogs to read and read them all at once every couple of months, never reading as many as I wanted or intended to.
Nor did I get into SEO, content optimization and building my reader numbers.
Instead, I wrote and threw my writing out into the blogosphere hoping that my blog would get attention all on its own.
I wrote about the writing process, the different elements of writing and the writer’s life, posting 50 blogs over 52 weeks in 2013. I had planned on 52, but had a couple of nice, pat excuses, like being sick or overwhelmingly busy.
As for 2014, I don’t know what my blogging goals are: maybe doing the same, or taking the advice of a writer friend, who suggested I come up with an area of expertise.
Hmm … I do want to rewrite my memoir about growing up with learning disabilities, but I’m not planning on doing that this year.
It will take a lot of internal digging (I blocked out a lot of things), typing up and then analyzing my diaries and journals (I’ve kept a daily journal since second grade), and interviewing family members and experts in the field.
This process will cultivate a lot of emotion, which I’ll have to process and sort through. I’ll have to translate what I feel, experience and remember into the story arc.
In my first attempt, I tiptoed around my emotions and told the wrong story (which bored my initial readers, including one who kept my manuscript for an entire year and read 20 pages).
At this point, my goal is to start that digging in baby steps, while also continue to write about writing.