Happy New Yea-AwManImTotallyBehindAlready
The new year is ten days old; so what? It's still new. I mean, when you have a baby, are you like no, please, no more presents; he's already ten days old, this is old hat, boring, move along? He's just a baby. He doesn't even know his name yet. There's still time for kisses and presents and totally kicking the crap out of the goals you've set for the still-embryonic(ish) year.
Wait...goals? Oh look, a segue...
We do not break the goals; we make the goals. We are the Goal-Makers.
Ah, Charles Manson and his crazy, crazy talk. Remember when he said that (only he was more like 'I am the crazy-faced Law-Maker')? Remember, I was in high school and he did that interview and he was crazy? No? Well, I do, for some undefinable reason, and now I'm glad. Now I'm going to co-op his craziness and make a mantra.
See, I am what's known as a Lazy Person. It's in my blood. My mother says I'm just like my uncle (the uncle whose birthday I share, not the one who looks like my brother) and that if he were any more laid-back he'd be horizontal. Now, that particular uncle has a wife who is exceedingly NOT laid-back, and she gets him to do stuff*. Stuff like go to work and get a better job and get stuff done. Stuff he would never do if left to his own devices (his devices lead to fishing, whereas mine lead to reading lots and lots of books. And eating cereal).
But see, I don't have a wife. (nor do I want one; I am a girl and I want a husband) And I don't even have a husband to kick me in the pants and get me moving. All I have is me and if you remember from earlier, kids, I am a Lazy Person. It's no good.
For most of my life Laziness has triumphed to some degree or another, but now I have Goals that are beginning to eat away at the sweet bliss of Laziness and Complacency and leave me Dissatisfied with the status quo. I mean, I have a job that is pretty awesome and an even awesomer place to live and some supersweetawesomesauce friends, so that is all very very good. But what I don't have, what I want real bad, is to write and sell and publish books. Lots and lots of YA books. For people to read and love and read again.
This does not happen by sitting around and wishing for it. I know, because I've tried that for a while now, and hey, look, no book (no, I am not writing a novel in verse, though I am clearly gifted in that area). This happens by Doing, and, as you all know, Doing is very hard for Lazy Persons such as myself.
And that is where the Goal-Makers come in. Maybe six months ago I bullied another Extremely Talented but Slightly Rudderless friend (yes I did just imply that I am Extremely Talented; what of it? I could be Extremely Talented; you don't know) into joining me in my Attack on Laziness, and now we are the Goal-Makers.
Goal-Makers is when you meet once a week and write down, in your little Moleskin (mine has a sticker of Beck on it, *swoon*), things like 'I will make my own deodorant**' and 'I will post some crap already' and 'WRITE FOR AWESOME'. And you tell the other Goal-Makers your goals, and they tell you theirs, and you talk about boys, and then you GO AWAY AND DO THEM. Because if you don't you have to buy me a book.
This is the beauty of the Goal-Makers; it is simple and painful and effective. I do not like doing some of the things on my list, because changing my oil is boring, and letters, for some reason, are really hard for me to write. So I never do--unless I've written it down on my list, and then I have to because no way am I buying Huck's Aunt a book again (you only get one, lady. I hope you chose wisely). One failed list is enough for me (now that the group is larger, having to buy each person a book would cut deeper than our collective blood supply will allow, so sometimes we buy In-N-Out and it is good).
So...goals. Good for the annihilation of Laziness and Complacency in Persons Who Should Be Writing. (for some well-elucidated dissecting of Goals and Why They Are Good, go here)
Oh, and just for the record (which WILL be checked), here are some of last week's goals which I TOTALLY obliterated:
-pay rent
-don't buy anything unnecessary
-deal with Sallie Mae***
Kay then. Carry on. Feel free to join in the Effectiveness, any fellow Lazy Persons. We are here to cheer.
* it should be noted that he gets her to do stuff too, like not explode from the stress of being super tightly wound (ps I love them; they are delightful people and they gave me a vintage sweater one time; it was rad)
** no, for reals. like so
*** bloody hell
Wait...goals? Oh look, a segue...
We do not break the goals; we make the goals. We are the Goal-Makers.
Ah, Charles Manson and his crazy, crazy talk. Remember when he said that (only he was more like 'I am the crazy-faced Law-Maker')? Remember, I was in high school and he did that interview and he was crazy? No? Well, I do, for some undefinable reason, and now I'm glad. Now I'm going to co-op his craziness and make a mantra.
See, I am what's known as a Lazy Person. It's in my blood. My mother says I'm just like my uncle (the uncle whose birthday I share, not the one who looks like my brother) and that if he were any more laid-back he'd be horizontal. Now, that particular uncle has a wife who is exceedingly NOT laid-back, and she gets him to do stuff*. Stuff like go to work and get a better job and get stuff done. Stuff he would never do if left to his own devices (his devices lead to fishing, whereas mine lead to reading lots and lots of books. And eating cereal).
But see, I don't have a wife. (nor do I want one; I am a girl and I want a husband) And I don't even have a husband to kick me in the pants and get me moving. All I have is me and if you remember from earlier, kids, I am a Lazy Person. It's no good.
For most of my life Laziness has triumphed to some degree or another, but now I have Goals that are beginning to eat away at the sweet bliss of Laziness and Complacency and leave me Dissatisfied with the status quo. I mean, I have a job that is pretty awesome and an even awesomer place to live and some supersweetawesomesauce friends, so that is all very very good. But what I don't have, what I want real bad, is to write and sell and publish books. Lots and lots of YA books. For people to read and love and read again.
This does not happen by sitting around and wishing for it. I know, because I've tried that for a while now, and hey, look, no book (no, I am not writing a novel in verse, though I am clearly gifted in that area). This happens by Doing, and, as you all know, Doing is very hard for Lazy Persons such as myself.
And that is where the Goal-Makers come in. Maybe six months ago I bullied another Extremely Talented but Slightly Rudderless friend (yes I did just imply that I am Extremely Talented; what of it? I could be Extremely Talented; you don't know) into joining me in my Attack on Laziness, and now we are the Goal-Makers.
Goal-Makers is when you meet once a week and write down, in your little Moleskin (mine has a sticker of Beck on it, *swoon*), things like 'I will make my own deodorant**' and 'I will post some crap already' and 'WRITE FOR AWESOME'. And you tell the other Goal-Makers your goals, and they tell you theirs, and you talk about boys, and then you GO AWAY AND DO THEM. Because if you don't you have to buy me a book.
This is the beauty of the Goal-Makers; it is simple and painful and effective. I do not like doing some of the things on my list, because changing my oil is boring, and letters, for some reason, are really hard for me to write. So I never do--unless I've written it down on my list, and then I have to because no way am I buying Huck's Aunt a book again (you only get one, lady. I hope you chose wisely). One failed list is enough for me (now that the group is larger, having to buy each person a book would cut deeper than our collective blood supply will allow, so sometimes we buy In-N-Out and it is good).
So...goals. Good for the annihilation of Laziness and Complacency in Persons Who Should Be Writing. (for some well-elucidated dissecting of Goals and Why They Are Good, go here)
Oh, and just for the record (which WILL be checked), here are some of last week's goals which I TOTALLY obliterated:
-pay rent
-don't buy anything unnecessary
-deal with Sallie Mae***
Kay then. Carry on. Feel free to join in the Effectiveness, any fellow Lazy Persons. We are here to cheer.
* it should be noted that he gets her to do stuff too, like not explode from the stress of being super tightly wound (ps I love them; they are delightful people and they gave me a vintage sweater one time; it was rad)
** no, for reals. like so
*** bloody hell