How many unfinished story ideas do you have on your computer (or in your notebooks)?
I have too many. They’re about magic and wizards and gamers and superheroes and just-moved-here neighbors and thieves and kings and halflings and wolves and what-the-hell-am-I-doing people. Universes are continuously building themselves in my brain, so much so that I can’t remember what is going on in the real world sometimes.
(Of course, I’m sure everyone experiences that kind of feeling at one point or another no matter what you do for living, be it writer, heart surgeon, parent, or dancing bear.)
Rachel and I had made a pact to work for an hour a day on our current W.I.P. and I… have been failing miserably. I’ve been doing better in trying to get my life in order, such as meeting with a financial adviser to figure out money stuff and making an appointment with a personal trainer at my gym to figure out exercise stuff. I have a good job that, while it may eat up the majority of my day, will definitely benefit me in the future. Squeezing in that hour for working on what I want just makes me tired, and I find it sad.
I was never a fan of “growing up,” in all honesty. For example, fairly recently, Rachel and I splurged and made Raphael and Donatello Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle dolls for ourselves are our local Build-A-Bear. Still, being in my mid-twenties, my life plan includes getting a hold of my finances and being sure my body is fit enough (especially with my desk job) to be healthy. My long-term goals definitely include writing, and I know I will continue to chip away at that.
Nothing’s going to happen overnight — my plan for my finances, falling into a gym routine, finishing those half-stories on my hard drive — but I’m working on it all. In order for my long-term goals to come to fruition, I need to plant those seeds. I don’t have much of a green thumb, but I’ll do what I can.