Wow, so, 2008? Almost gone.
Rather than give you my resolutions, since most of the things I want to happen this year are beyond my immediate control, I thought I'd do a retrospective. And since I didn't start this blog until March, that makes it even easier.
March: Started Kiersten Writes so I could stop talking about trying to get published on my family blog. Had about three readers.
April: Discovered Evil Editor. Learned how to write a decent query AND made lots of delightful writer friends. Figured out there were more online resources to find agents and learn about the industry than I had ever realized.
May: Turned 25. Quite an accomplishment, right? Tried to start writing a new book, BW, while still querying my first novel, Keeping King Tut. First published story came out.
June: Wrote out the first scene of Flash to entertain my readers (now about a dozen!) while I was on vacation in Mexico. Could not stop writing. Forgot about Tut and BW. Plotted during the whole trip, wrote like a fiend when I got home. Finished the first draft of Flash at the end of the month.
July: Edited Flash. Put together a writing group. Wrote my query.
August: Queried. Visited home. Met the other MoMos in person. Got pregnant.
September: Got rejected. Pregnancy turned out to be ectopic and nearly killed me. Hits to the blog spiked; figured people like massive internal bleeding. Not willing to do it again, no matter how much it improved my stats.
October: Was sure universe owed me and would get an agent immediately. No one called. Started writing Dust.
November: Noticed an agent named Michelle Wolfson; thought I'd give her a shot. A couple of hours later got a partial request. A week later got a full request. Two days later got an agent. Best. Phonecall. Ever. Edited Flash with Michelle's suggestions and put together a cover letter. Built a website.
December: Still working on Dust; got an idea for a book related to Flash. Couldn't get it out of my head. Wrote it. All. Edited it. Found myself still trying to process and deal with the events of September, but happy and looking forward to what the new year will bring.
So there you have it. Of course, I left out how wonderful Hot Stuff was, how adorable my kids were, so on and so forth. But this is Kiersten Writes, after all.
Instead of setting goals, I'm going to wish the same for you that I hope for myself: a happy, healthy, and productive new year.