I had about six weeks of non-stop madness from January into February, that then continued into March. Things have slowed down recently, but I found myself staring a few major projects down. A novel. A non-fiction book proposal. A literary festival. A grant. Another year on the board. Another year as the webmaster. Another year as a blogger. Another, another, another. Day after day, day after day, day after day.
Today I made a calendar of the next year in my moleskin and what it comes down to is there is nothing really there. I have projects, but little is set in stone by date. I added one big date to the calendar. July 15. That is the day I want to have written a first draft of my novel.
I have written things that should be written in pencil in pen, that is how much I want them to happen. Things I wrote in pen that aren’t certain. ROI120 in Jerusalem. I don’t even want to admit how much I want to return this year, because then I’ll have to admit how crushed I’ll be if I don’t. Instead, I just put it on my calendar. I also wrote the July 15 date for my first draft of Accidentally Jewish.
Anything else I should write down in ink for the year?