Of course, the more cynical bunch of folks will deny that these things will ever institute any sort of drastic change, but I figure that there is no better time to change my habits than the turn of a year. So, for your viewing pleasure, I issue some goals and resolutions I would like to have accomplished by the end of this year:
- I want to finish a book a week, not including school. That amounts to fifty-two books over the next year, which is entirely doable. I probably have that many unfinished books lying around my room that I should not have to buy any new ones. (For those who are interested, I’m starting with Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian, which has already made itself one of my favorites. I’ll probably start Dostoyevsky’s Crime and Punishment afterwords.)
- My biggest goal is to be published by the end of the year, whether the published work be a poem, short story or what have you. Definitely have some works I need to do some intense editing on.
- I am going to write more this year than I ever have in a previous year-long period.
- Perhaps most importantly, I want to live deliberately over these next twelve months. I want to “live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world,” as Thoreau so succinctly described.
So, to each and every one of you I wish an amazing new year. 2011 should be an interesting one, eh? Don’t forget that you have but one life to live.