October is well underway (as in almost over), so I am definitely behind in making my quarterly goals for Fall. Better late than never, though. I’m keeping it simple for the coming months, with only two goals, though in some regards, both are pretty lofty.
- Finish revising my current WIP
I’ve been working on my current manuscript since I wrote draft one way back during Camp NanoWrimo April 2016. Over a year later I’m still self-revising. It feels never ending at times, I make a revision plan, then get halfway or even complete the revision, and I’ve already got a list of major plot changes I want to make.
It’s time to really and truly get my ish together. I’ve got a current revision plan, and I’m getting more in depth with not only my two POV characters, but also the main three ensemble characters involved in the story, and I’m going to get as in depth with any plans for a potential sequel, as I’m realizing one of the major issues with book one is an unclear idea of how it needs to end to propel the rest of the plot arc and character journeys. By the end of December (though hopefully much, much sooner) I will be ready for searching out a critique partner and making progress on the story.
- Read 10 Books
I’m actually hoping for more, but I’m only six shy of completing my Goodreads goal, and I currently have 44 books on my bookshelf that remain unread, so I’m aiming realistically, and hoping to make a real dent in that number before going into the new year. But with my main focus being writing, and other life things that inevitably get in the way, it’s a bit up in the air if I’ll hit more than ten. But that’s what makes it a goal, and I’ll be aiming high on this one.
All in all, I’ve got high hopes for the Fall quarter, in regards to goal one, it’s a last-ditch effort to go all in and finally get a draft that doesn’t feel like it still needs major overarching changes. On goal two, there’s the obvious that if I don’t read the books now, I’ll fail my Goodreads goal, and limit myself in the coming year. I’d really like to not be feeling the same constant shame of so many unread books on my shelf, just staring down at me all the time.