I turned 39 years old last week. When your birthday also happens to fall right before the start of a new year, it’s an occasion that also lends itself to some reflection and self-analysis.
All in all, things are good. I was able to quit my part-time job and return to just freelance writing and editing as a means of making a living. I branched out from primarily relying on the sports journalism market. I am still in relatively good health, as are my wife, dog, and parents. I have a reliable and supportive network of friends.
Lots of people have it much worse.
Professionally, though, I’ll admit there’s still somewhat of a void. I’ve always aspired to write fiction (be it in the form of a novel or shorter work), and the only thing I’ve learned is that it is much easier to hope to write fiction than it is to actually sit down and do it.
So while I still have responsibilities for clients that pay the bills and keep the lights on, my goal for 2017 is, simply, to write.
Write a novel. Write a short story. A script. A comic book.
Just write, dammit.
The good news is that it isn’t too late. Stan Lee was 39 years old when he wrote the first Spider-Man comic. George R.R. Martin was north of 40 when he wrote Game of Thrones.
Am I saying I am capable of producing anything that will resonate on the level of either? Nope… and, besides, that’s not for me to decide. I can’t worry about writing what will sell or appeal to a certain audience. If the final product isn’t something that I like, that I am proud of, then it won’t work.
Meanwhile, I’ll keep trying to reach my goals… one word at a time.
What goals have you set for the new year? Let me know and join the conversation by leaving a comment, or tweeting me @john_moorehouse.