Slowly Waking Up
I am slowly waking up to face the new year. Christmas was fine. I read a lot, although not as much as I’d like to. Mostly free from drama, although one relatively minor health problem cropped up which I’m only just starting to recover fully from. There is also a bureaucratic nightmare that I’ve got to deal with later today (Wednesday). Apart from those nasties, all is well.
Now that I’m used to signing the date as 2011 instead of 2010, it is time to come set some goals for the new year. I’ve spent a bit of time thinking about them, and in my not-so-private notebook1 there are three goals written down. Only one of them matters. The phrasing is slightly different, but in effect my goal for 2011 is to climb the equivalent of 12,000 meters of mountain/rock. Ideally I should climb more than that. However, if I can average one thousand meters a month I’ll be content.
You will notice there are no public personal writing goals. They are useless and self-defeating. Art is not a competition. The only thing that counts in the end is how beautiful and how true your art is. Fuck word counts or total number of stories/novels written in a year. I reject this, ultimately, childish desire to grind your way through the game without exploring the full map. It is the journey that matters and not the number of tokens collected along the way.
Now I am going to start to deal with that nightmare and if I get the time before bed read a little bit about the Mourne Mountains. Music for tonight shall be David Bowie’s Berlin trilogy.
Have an interesting year everyone. I hope to climb a lot more mountains. Maybe some of you will join me.
1 – My ubiquitous moleskine isn’t private. If I write something down I don’t have a general problem with it being read.