At the age of 27 I think I can look back on my life with a little bit maturity and reflect on where my life has gone. Prior to graduating high school, I knew I wanted to be a writer but growing up in rural country town imprinted on me the idea of what a real job was. And it wasn’t something in the Arts.
I was not the only one who had a dream of having an artistic future. Another girl, B, got an early offer into NIDA, I think. I even remember one time in class we were talking about her future prospects. We weren’t nice about it, saying that she was never going to achieve her dreams. I wonder what my then friends said about my dreams behind my back?
B never did leave the state and lives only a few hours away in another town. Another friend of mine, L, left after graduation, but returned after a year and has never left. My mum remarked about her disappointment with L because she thought that she was smart and going to make something of herself. She was right when she said you don’t know who’s going to make it after high school.
I wonder now, however limited, what my former schoolmates think of me. Mostly they probably don’t. I was a very quiet child even then. I was once out with glandular fever for two weeks and some people didn’t even notice. Through the years I’ve seen what my former classmates have done, or not done. I have to say I was pretty consistent with what I wanted at the end of high school and what I’m doing now.
Since graduating I’ve been to four different universities, QUT, USC, UQ, UoM. Managed to get a husband and flown off with him the UK. Worked in curry house, found out that UK curries are way better than Australian curries. Self-published four stories. Come back to be disppointed with the price of everything in Australia 😦 And will be heading back off to the Netherlands by the end of the year 🙂
My advice is if you want something, don’t let anything get in your way.
I have a goal of writing 10 books by the age of 30. That means I have to publish 6 more in the next 30 months, or a new book every 5 months. At the moment I have The Things We Do in its ?fourth? draft (strangely I haven’t been keeping that much of a record). The first draft of Jump Start is done, I’m halfway through two more novellas (Beyond this Little Moon of Ours and yet-to-be-titled novella) and I have a few other incomplete dormant stories sleeping on my USB.
I’m not one to be motivated by self-imposed deadlines. In fact, I freeze up in fear and have a miniature freakout, despite having gone through university and gotten me a BA and Postgrad Diploma. I like to go my own pace and that pace can be all over the place. Nothing for days and then a few thousand words in one sitting.
What I have is what I now consider a short-term goal (I know, I now consider myself getting old). I’m just starting to get into my groove writing and when I hit thirty I do not know what to expect. I hope I will have reached my goal. I’m certainly going to aim for it. But I wonder how much of my life will be the same or different.
What about you? What are your short and long-term writing goals?