Now that the holidays are over and the year is coming to an end, I thought it would be a great time to reflect on what this year held in store for my writing, and everything I was able to accomplish.
Starting off with the biggest accomplishment of the year, I published three books. “Leo” at the beginning of January, “Selena” in April, and “I Hate My Roommate” in August. At the beginning of the year, I was hoping to have a fourth one out, but that plan changed, and I’m choosing to be proud of the fact that I was able to publish three books, since that’s still an incredible feat. Also, if you’re interested in any of my books, here is a link to my Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.ca/stores/C-Hilts/author/B0BHYNRJDJ?ref=ap_rdr&store_ref=ap_rdr&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true
Now, onto the less glamorous side of what I’ve been working on. I’ve managed to plot four novels this year, finished writing two novels (one in the final stages of edits and one that hasn’t been edited at all), redone an entire outline because I didn’t like it, and wrote down more ideas than I can count. It’s a lot to be proud of for sure, but it’s hard to conceptualize what all of that means, since yes, I can see the thirty pages of the outline I wrote and I know I’ve edited six hundred plus pages twice, yet you can’t hold that very easily--unless you want to spend hours printing, and let’s be real, no one has the patience for that--so those numbers feel mildly meaningless for me.
Once again, I attempted NaNoWriMo, and was successful in my attempt to write fifty thousand words in the month of November. If you’re interested in hearing more about that, I have a post detailing my experiences with it this year. This accomplishment is yet again another one I have a problem conceptualizing, and it’s easier to view it as how many chapters I was able to complete, since that feels more like checking things off a checklist, and less like an abstract number.
As I’m celebrating my accomplishments, one thing keeps popping up in the back of my mind: what projects are being tackled next year? What goals do I have? And although those are important questions and ones I do need to answer, right now, I’m choosing to allow myself to just exist in that weird, timeless stretch of time between Christmas and New Years and not set a bunch of goals for 2024 that I’m sure are going to change a hundred times by the end of February. Right now, I’m just going to bask in my successes, since I deserve to do that once in a while.
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