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Retrospective 08.

While 2007 was awesome for me, 2008 was not.

A lot of things did not go well for me and people close to me this past year, and I'm not even counting my writing failures yet. I won't go into my non-writing disappointments this past year but I will touch on my writing disappointments.

Of the three resolutions I made earlier this year, I achieved none. No surprise there, really ... since when have I kept a resolution? But still! Pretty disappointing! I mean, I would have loved to have finished that novel and would have been blown away to be able to write 12 short stories, one for each month.

As it stands, not only have I not finished the novel, I went and started another unfinished novel for this year's NaNoWriMo, and I didn't even finish that. I did write 5 or so short stories this year, but all of them are unfinished.

Yep, 2008 was an epic fail and not a year I will look back on fondly. On the other hand, I did have more book reviews published this year than the previous year. Yay!

I look forward to 2009, a chance for me to redeem myself.

Resolutions for 2009:
  1. Finish that novel. (One day I will achieve this, you wait and see!)
  2. Write six short stories, one for every two months. (Maybe that's more doable...)
  3. Start submitting to foreign pubs again. (Didn't submit at all this year, how embarrassing!)
Okay! Enough whining and self-pitying! Happy New Year everyone!

Comments

  1. Happy New Year, Ted!

    And may you keep all your resolutions. I made a writing resolution as well, though far more humble than yours .....

    Happy writing!

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  2. Thanks, Damyanti. And good luck to you too!

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  3. Hey Ted...at least you had New Year's Resolutions! I need to construct some more specific ones rather than "write more this year". LoL. On 2008, it was a tough year for me, too, in unimaginable ways. I learnt more of malice - so the writer inside was quite happy at the materials gained. Still, certain things you want to learn from a distance only, no?

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  4. Agreed! I like how you're looking on the bright side of things!

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