Here’s my little list of writerly goals.
1. A certain reader and I have decided to up the ante. We’re going to exchange the Whole Damn Thing, the big, honking, disobedient manuscript. We started with five pages a few months ago and then I got all cocky and sent her a triple dog dare. She said one of the best things anyone has ever said about my writing: “I got chills when I read that line.” My goal? Give her chills at least once a chapter. Better buy a sweater, my friend.
2. I am going to understand one of my father’s scientific articles if it goddamned kills me. And it might. I’ve had years of this, people. Listening to him rattle on over dinner when I was a kid; he talked to me as if I got a grade above B- in math in my whole high school career (which, let me assure you, I did not).
3. I’m going to somehow balance my editing (work) time and my writing time. I have no idea how this is going to happen.
4. I’m going to catalog my dad’s papers and create a master list of people, places, events, and science issues, so I know what the hell is going on. Has anyone ever written a biography? (I’m not going to, but those are the skills I’m drawing on. Wait, did I say skills? I meant lack of skills.)
5. I’m going to have a beer on my porch sometime within the next four hours.
What are your goals?