A year ago this week, we decided to move, citing the need for a greater quality of life. If we had any idea how stressful it would have been, we would have, well, we would have thought about it a bit more before jumping into the move. It took us five months to find a house and another five to sell ours. Coupled with a number of weeks of the “Who’s Sicker?” game, it’s been a rather long year and one that I am not unhappy to see gone. 2005 was the Year Shit Got Done for me and, yeah I did, but I’m ready for something new. 2006 is going to be the Year I Got Better. Need to. Getting too grey and worn out otherwise and I’ve got some things to accomplish yet.
I’ve been looking over the writing statistics and here’s the breakdown:
3 short stories (24,000 words)
1 novel (97,000 words)
130 record reviews (~ 40,000 words)
161,000 new words. Not quite 1K a day, but still pretty good for a guy with a shorter commute and a new kid and House Stress From Hell. We put out two Misfit Library books, I got back in the game with a pair of agents, and I rewrote an entire book from scratch and it didn’t kill me.
Thinking about 2006 now. Still have some thoughts about serial fiction and about flash fiction and photography in a design that gets me some web design time that is mine and is not done in to death by committee (you can only take so much of that before it starts to kill your brain). Hopefully the notes back from the agents about the book won’t be too arduous and we can get that off to New York soon and I can start something new. There are a couple of ideas floating about that are asking for attention and we’ll see which one grabs me the hardest when I get in the soup pot with them.
I saw an interesting statistic in jaylake‘s year end writing stats post: 144 stories submitted, 101 rejections. Most of the time we see his successes (25! nice!), but it’s also heartning to see that the 25 comes about because he never stops working the chain. And I also read matociquala‘s recent post about desiring to see spectacular failures in fiction (because it means people are trying to break out of the formulaic box of brain death). These two things ran together in my head and leave me heartened about being a new writer. Failure means you tried. Failure means you have another experience to make the next piece better. Failure means getting up again. Failure means you’re human.
Maybe this is the Year I Get Better At Failure.