Do you have any silly goals? Ones that don’t really mean that much, but stick in your mind anyway?
My goal for a long time was to get past selling one million words. Or at least one million words of finished and polished work. Well, in my guesstimations, I thought I’d get there by the end of this year.
I’m way short.
As it stands, I’ve definitely written 630,966 words, plus an estimated 92,000 that I’ve lost. (Two novellas and three short stories, and I refuse to buy my own stories just to count, LOL.) That’s only 722,966 words.
I should be at about 855,000 by the end of the year.
So, middle of next year, hopefully! Not that it matters.
And I’ve been saying I’ve sold fifteen novellas for about two years now. Oopsy, I lied. I counted today, realizing that such a number wouldn’t stay the same, LOL. I’m just now at sixteen, so I was wrong. I’ve sold forty-two short stories, though. Holy crap. Can you believe that? I can’t. Who would’ve ever thought me would get forty-two short stories done?!
That’s not that much. Ray Bradbury wrote one story a week for like, years, didn’t he?
The other silly number and goal I’ve got stuck in my head is one hundred novels. I don’t know why. LOL. Well, hey, if Nora can do it, why can’t I? Maybe they won’t be as good ...
At this point, ONE novel would be nice, LOL. Here I am worried about a hundred. Several of my novellas were novels I split into two parts, but they don’t feel like novels. They have 6 hinges instead of 3, LOL. Come to think of it, do novels have more turns or just bigger turns than novellas? More subplots layered in with the three big, main turns, or what?
Shit, I never thought about that. Do you know?
Come to think of it, where did I ever get the idea it was right to have 3 pivotal scenes in a novella?
Oh boy. Methinks I’m getting scared for nano. Tough.
So what about you? Do you have any goals that are just a tad ... silly? And why do we sometimes feel embarrassed, admitting our dreams? That’s silly, too.