Goals
I didn't make my goal of finishing Derek and Gina's story by the end of March. In fact, it's now mid-April and I'm only about half way through. It was a highly ambitious goal, in fact it was overly ambitious, but I knew that when I set it. And that's perfectly fine with me. I knew it was unlikely I'd finish a book, even a novella, in less than sixty days. I work full-time and have a family, along with a side business. I'm Busy. But I wanted to set the goal to see if I could do it, and I do this often with my writing. I'm sure some people will say this puts me in a situation where I'll be constantly failing, never accomplishing my goals, but I don't see it that way. I need to always have something out there, in the distance, that I'm striving for or else I get bored and restless. I'm the type of person who always needs to feel challenged, even if I'm the one setting the challenge. The high of accomplishing the goal wears off quickly