Last year I did one of these, declaring that stating intentions was more honest and less guilt-making than resolutions. As it turned out, I fulfilled virtually none of my stated intentions, although I did manage to make a dent in several of them.
So this time, I’ll ramp it back a little and just sort of ramble about what I’d kinda sorta like to do and maybe might get a chance to.
Rambles, by their nature, tend to be disorganized, stream-of-consciousness thingies with no real direction—though they may have a center. With that in mind…
I’d like to read more books this coming year. This is hardly a new one. I always want to read more books. As I said in my year-end summation, I read at a lot of books, but I only finished a few. I have a large to-be-read stack still left over from 2014 (with maybe a few from 2013) and as I work at a book store, you know there will be more on the pile before 2016. I have two TBR stacks. There’s the main one, the big one, in my office at the base of my south wall bookshelf, then there’s the more modest stack at the end of the couch in the living room. The latter is comprised of books I’m either reading now or intend to read next, though really some of them have also been there for months. I am finally making progress on that stack, though, and here is a firm intention, to finish that stack before adding any new ones to it.
Then there’s the large pile…
The problem is time, obviously, and to a lesser extent opportunity. Maybe they’re the same problem. In fact, I’m sure they are, just different ends of the same equation. I’m still working on new fiction and when I write, obviously, I’m not reading. Common problem. So with that in mind I have resolved that one of my intentions is to figure out how to distort the space-time continuum in order to allow for more reading time. I have a book by Kip Thorne on the TBR pile that talks about some of that and I hope to gain enough insight to accomplish it. So if in the coming months I seem a bit slow to you, don’t worry—it’s not me, really, it’s just a difference in time.
I expect the same technique will help with the writing as well. Maybe even the housecleaning.
It appears that I will require surgery this year. Nothing life threatening, just seriously annoying. Back in August I injured my right arm. I’ve been to the doctor, had the MRI, gotten the verdict. Partially ruptured biceps tendon. I can function…just not comfortably or at my previous level of strength. They’ll have to Go In. The biggest inconvenience with this will be the two weeks of complete immobilization of the right arm as it starts to heal. (This could really help with that pesky reading time problem.) I was told that it will be a total of four months recovery time and then I should be back to normal. (But I want to be MORE than normal, I want to be GREAT, I want—shut up, sit down.)
One might expect that I did this at the gym, but no, I did it at work. Dumb.
So one of my other intentions for this year is to NOT HURT MYSELF AGAIN!
On the writing front, I’ve been ruminating on how to follow-up the coolness of my first short story collection, Gravity Box (which, may I suggest to any and all, that they get and read and spread the word, and write a short review on, I dunno, Goodreads or that other place I try not to feed but is there nevertheless and provides a space for reader reviews, you know the one I mean, don’t make me say it), and get more books published. To that end, a modest survey, to whit:
How many of you would like to see a new Secantis novel? How many of you would like to see reissues of the first three? Especially in ebook format?
(Now, I don’t expect a lot of response to this, because over the last several years I’ve come to expect not much response on this blog. I have no idea how many regular readers I have, but even among those who do read it regularly I don’t receive much comment. But talk among yourselves about this and keep it in mind that I’ve got Plans, so when I announce them here you’ll know one way or the other what you might want.)
So a follow-up intention from 2014. I am working on two novels. I intend to finish them both. This year. At which point I have to make a decision about what to do next. There are options. Depending on, well, everything, I’ll make a decision some time after finishing these two books.
Minor intentions. More and better photography. Some real cooking.
Oh, and we’re starting up a new reading group around the core of our last one. We did Dante last, this time we’ll be doing Les Miserables by Victor Hugo. I haven’t read this since high school, so it’ll practically be all new to me. We were leaning toward this even before Ferguson happened, but I think it’s a good choice because of Ferguson, since it is one of the earliest social justice novels.
Finally, it is my intention this year to be a better companion to Donna, who has been a wonderful companion to me. A better friend to those who already are and to those who are becoming good friends. It seems I got people. More than I deserve. I’d like to reciprocate.
I don’t think that’s too much, do you? As intentions go? It fits on a plate. Large plate, maybe, but…