The Year That Was, The Year That Is

Elliot dominated 2011, even before we knew he would be Elliot. Once Aimee and I learned we would have another child, plans tripped into motion. I spent the summer tearing apart and rebuilding our house. The (older) boys moved into a new room. I dove into electronic publishing with the hopes of bolstering our family coffers to help pay for another mouth. It's helped. 

But my writing has suffered. Not because of any one of these things, but all of them together. Having another child scares me--even with him here, now, I'm scared.

I have hopes for 2012.  I want the best for my family. I want to do some real writing again.

One goal I'm putting forth is to write and submit at least one quality story a month. While I have several longer projects brewing, short stories are my real love. Short stories won't do anything to help feed my family. But...

It's something I have to do so I can be sane for my family.

My goals for 2012 are simple:

1. Write and submit one story a month. I'm one pro sale away from "active" status in the HWA. I'd like to see that happen someday.

2. Finish my serial zombie novel.

3. Write at least one other book. Several ideas are brewing.  I'll be flipping coins in a week or so to see what direction I head. (The front runner is a story involving a murdered magician and the boys who vow to find his killers.)

Bring it on, 2012. I'm ready.