I love New Year. It’s a fresh, clean, slate just waiting for the book of life to be written. This year is even more exciting, it’s a new decade. Okay, I know there is some debate about whether the decade begins on January 1, 2020, or December 31, 2020, but I’m in the January 1 camp and I’m sticking to my story.
My New Year’s excitement begins in September when the new calendars come out. I have my standbys. Big grid for the day job, Susie Toronto wall calendar at my writing desk. The writing desk calendar has always given me pause. There are so many. They sound so great. I just know that this one or that one will help me get my writing life organized and keep me on track. Right? Sure, I mean, isn’t that what a calendar is for?
Bah! Humbug! Every year I buy a Quo Vadis Minister. It’s a calendar that works for me. I keep my word count, writing activities, and personal appointments on the diary pages. I use the large right margin for weekly goals and gotta dos. I even order the same cover from year to year. Then I hit Facebook and guess what – I’m targeted by calendar companies, and they all look great. By New Year’s Day, I’ve succumbed to the siren song of the perfect calendar and own three more. Each with their own function. This one will help you plan, this one will help you accomplish, this one is a heck of a lot of fun.
Know what happens? On December 31 of every year, I’m still using my trusty Quo Vadis Minister and the other calendars are stacked on the bookshelf behind me gathering dust—don’t judge. They may be great for some folks, not me. I don’t need another project. Yes, I keep long-term and short-term plans and I target deadlines and the success of a marketing effort, but I do it all nicely in my Quo Vadis. Best of all, there are no grids to fill out, strategy sessions, or quizzes. You know, the stuff you do when you should be writing.
This year I used personal tough-love for my calendar addiction. I only ordered my standby. It’s perfect, for me. In the words of my father, “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”
Now, about the decade thing. The past ten years have been a mixed bag. Moved from Maine to Florida to facilitate treatment for cancer. Moved from the Florida Keys to Southwest Florida so my husband could keep his airplane at home. Wrote and published four books—two independently, two traditionally. Ran from Hurricane Irma and discovered the charm of Destin, Florida. Restored the house after Irma and decided, it’s time to move back to Maine. Started a brand-new cozy series set in the Florida Keys that I plan to bring out as an indie. All my deadlines are in my Quo Vadis Minister calendar.
What about you? Have you found a way to keep yourself on track? How did the last decade treat you?
2020 I’m looking at you—I know the picture is goofy – that’s what happens when you raise a glass and take a selfie with your camera propped on the bar.
Happy New Year to one and all. May all your dreams come true.