Saturday, August 28, 2010

Fall Goal

Today's Mood: Purposeful. Today's Music: Alan Parson's Project. Today's Writing: If defined broadly, IFFY. Today's Quote:
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It's back to school time. The end of long summer days that stretch out in front of me, full of potential for writing, painting, drawing, playing in the waves, riding my bike, and all sorts of other no doubt wonderful things. I'll miss that--the potential, the possibilities that exist. Each day I'd wake up and lie in bed, spinning out a colorful tapestry in my mind of all the adventures waiting for me. Yeah, most of the time real life interfered and I'd end out cleaning or taking my kids to the dentist, but oh, just the freedom of possibilities!

However, there is one good thing about summer's end; I actually attempt to accomplish all the things I meant to do in June and July--and put off. Why, this last week I got more projects crossed off my list than I did the whole rest of the summer. And I have to remind myself that life doesn't end just because I go back to work. It speeds up (which is scary since the whole dang summer went by so fast it was a rainbow-colored blur!), but it doesn't mean I can't do the things that feed me--one of them being writing.

In fact, routine is good for writing, good for me anyway. I go to work early and write. And to teachers, the start of the school year is like New Year's Day--we make our resolutions or goals for the upcoming school year. So this school year, 2010/2011, I aim to finish my rough draft of IFFY. I'm even going to turn the screws a little tighter and say that I aim to finish my rough draft in 2010.

There. I said it. I blogged it. And thus it is official.


Now I just have to do it.

4 comments:

outdoorwriter said...

Sarah;

GO FOR IT!!! I didn't get to frolic in the waves, but I've been barefoot all summer. Kind of rough when encountering dew berry vines, but a wonderful sense of freedom.

Summer's changing landscape has been fantastic. It's opened a whole new world of mysteries. Why do butterfly milkweeds set more seed pods one year than another? With so many seeds scattered on whispy parachutes, why are there so few new plants? Where have all the bees gone? There's a silence among the blooms. Iron weed popped up after plowing. Why wasn't it there before? Seeds stay in the seedbank for years. Stop and think about it. A single corn seed produces a seven-foot-tall plant and an ear with more than a hundred kernels. Or a single squash seed grows an extensive vine and several squash, each full of seeds. It never fails to amaze me.

I hope the "official" blog season is back. I've missed it over the summer.

smcelrath said...

Yeah, you'd think I'd have more time to write and blog in the summer since I don't work--but somehow that isn't the case. Again, routine is good. It makes me schedule things.

Still, I will miss the days of possibilities and the sleep--especially the sleep. I LOVE to sleep with the chance of dreaming.

Glad you had a great barefoot summer, and as always, you are so lyrical about it. I see it all as if I was there.

I'll try to be a more prolific blogger (and writer--have to reach that goal, you know.)

Mike said...

Hey Sarah! Great to see a new entry. I'll be blogging for m-live over the weekend, covering the Detroit Jazz Fest. Going through an intense re-write of the Murphy mystery with hopes to finish by the end of this year, a goal of having it published in 2011, one way or the other.

smcelrath said...

Mike,

Glad to hear you've set yourself some goals as well. I'll be checking in with you along the way to see how you're doing. Feel free to do the same to me.

If you get a chance, give us a link where we might find your blogging over the weekend.