New Year’s 2014

The Traditional New Years post. Lets start with last year’s goals and how I did:

– Get a good ways into revisions on another novel. This is going to be either Handless or The Box – I haven’t decided yet, but once I do, it’ll be a shit ton of work. – I did none of this. 

– Win Nano for 5th time running. – nope. 

– Reading goals: mixing it up this year – I want to read at least one debut novel within the year it was published (missed this one, by 8 days – Thunder road was published on sept 4 2012, and I finished reading it on sept 12 2013), at least one aurora eligible novel (Got this one), at least one novel written by an author I know in person (got this one), finish at least one series I started reading (likely the hunger games trilogy, I’m on the last one)(Finished the Hunger Games), and at least one classic novel (I think The Warlord of the Air qualifies.)

– I’ve decided what I want to be when I grow up. Which is good, because I’m twenty-nine and that time rolls around faster than you know. I’ve never been entirely happy with the tech support job, and there’s obviously a good chance that I may never be able to quit my day job completely. I need a day job that I have some passion for. Towards that, I resolve to start flight school. This will likely start in april, when my hours at work go down, and the integrated courses start at Harv’s Air. – The integrated courses didn’t work out, but that’s not a big deal, and didn’t stop me. Got my private licence in three months and am time building for my commercial. 

That last one is huge and has swallowed up everything else.

Anyway, I also get to give myself kudos for other things I’ve done this year. Mostly flying wise. There’s been a lot of firsts.

I started lessons – that in itself is a big step. Then there was my first solo, and then winning the first solo award. And getting my licence. Taking my first passenger flying, for his first time. Doing short little cross country flights, and building up to longer ones. Getting comfortable with being in Class C airspace. Taildragger checkout. Night rating. Being told I should go practice spins solo.

I became the legal owner of my first car. It’s a 93 Buick Le Sabre, originally owned by my grandfather, inherited by my grandmother, gifted to my father, and then gifted to me. Legally gifted to me. It’s coming out of my inheritance from my grandma, who’s 93 and still kickin’, but she wants to give us grandchildren the help we need when we need it most, and I’m living at the far end of every bus route right now, and there are no buses that will take me to St. Andrews to go flying, so I need a car right now. It gives her a lot of satisfaction to be able to be here to see the things she’s given her grandchildren put to use.

I also got a good ways into a new YA novel, called Skybound, and have ideas for books two and three in the trilogy (The Onesky Trilogy). And titles. Kickass titles, to be revealed as I write them.

My finished novel, recently renamed “Redwing”, is done the most recent round of revisions, and at Keycon an editor invited me to submit it, based on the opening page.

Also at Keycon, did some panels, got some attention, had people chasing me down to ask if I had anything published that they could buy, based on hearing me participate in a panel on dieselpunk.

Wrote a couple of short stories – though still working on selling them.

Overall, I’ve done pretty good, so I’m not going to beat myself up over not getting into revisions or winning Nano.

Also, I have succeeded in not killing myself or anyone else.

It’s been a good year. For a lot of it, I felt like I was running full tilt because if I stopped, the fates would notice I was happy. Because this is me, and Lindsay’s supposed to be happy with simple, small pleasures, and learning to fly is far too big to escape their notice. And as I kept going, I started to think if I just keep running, maybe fate won’t catch me. And eventually I got  to the point where I had it set in my mind that I was stronger than whatever had kept me from chasing my dreams in the past. And I started to realize what had kept me from it in the past was my own belief that I didn’t deserve to be happy. I’d internalized the many times my mother told me, “You don’t always get what you want.” (That line made it into Skybound.)

Every time I’ve ever really wanted something, I’ve had to fight for it. And I think I always knew this one would be a big fight, and maybe I was just waiting until I had the strength for it, because it was a fight that would break my heart to lose.

So this year’s goals (calling them goals, and not resolutions, because that sounds more positive – it’s about accomplishing things, not resolving to stop doing things):

– Reading goals: Read a novel eligible for the auroras and vote in them. Read a debut novel. Read an author I haven’t read before. Read another book in at least one series I started. Read a novel by an author I know in person.

– The usual: Stay happily married and not die.

– Get my commercial pilot’s license.

– Get my multi-IFR rating.

– Finish Skybound.

– Get a solid start on revising another novel.

Humble goals, I know. I think I succeeded in taking 2013, kicking it in the balls and beating it senseless until it cried. In 2014 I hope to start getting some career things straightened out, and of course I’m always hoping to hear back from agents. Wish me luck on soaring through 2014 safely.


9 responses to “New Year’s 2014

  1. Sometimes we do get what we want, and i find that can be really scary! More scary than not getting what you want. Or maybe that’s just me and I need to learn from you and your experiences from this year and look up and out there a bit more.

    I wish you all success in all the goals you have set yourself here, and some extra ones – stuff around health for your family, and maybe opprotunities to be a great role model for people who are now where you were, people you might not even have met yet.

    Best wishes for a great 2014, may you laugh in the face of fate and avoid meeting the ground at unnecessarily high speeds 😉


  2. A very productive year, Lindsay. Years ago I made a New Year’s resolution to stop making New Year’s resolution. That one I kept! But you probably kept more of yours than most people. Not dying or killing anyone is a good start!

    It’s nice to drive a family heirloom. That LeSabre is the best-looking of the later LeSabres, better looking than the model that replaced it.

    29 may be a little young for growing up. I’m older but I think I’m growing DOWN.

    Internalized parental voices are a challenge to many of us, even when parents meant well. ‘You don’t always get what you want’ can come across as ‘You’ll NEVER get what you want’ or even ‘You SHOULDN’T get what you want’. Interjected parents are often worse than real parents, and become inner critics, which sometimes need to be kicked in the balls and beaten senseless until they cry too.

    Happy New Year and best of luck in 2014!


    • Yeah, no complaints about the car. There’s something intermittently goofy with the transmission, but it hasn’t happened since I got the transmission fluids flushed. The plastic on one of the headlights is broken (but that was probably my fault anyway….). People who know cars go “nice, I bet that rides really smooth.” And it does. They don’t make suspensions like they used to.

      • Too many car engineers these days are more concerned about how fast a test driver can lap the German Nurburgring race track in a car than how the car feels driven by everyday people on everyday roads. That’s happening even in North America, whose car suspensions once had the reputation of being too soft. But the Chinese like comfortable rides and are already influencing car designers worldwide. And the Chinese now buy more Buicks than the Americans!


        • Heh – well, where I’m from, the car also needs to be able to handle ice and snow. The ABS still works great, and I can make it through a half a foot of snow if I take a run at it. Some of the new cars, they set them up with a hair trigger accelerator, and the brakes kick in so suddenly that the driving experience is jerky stop-go-stop-go, and on ice, that’s sub-optimal. I’ve driven a couple of little sports cars in the last year, and I don’t like them at all. Young guys though, who like to think they know about cars, but all the really know is what the salesman has told them, get this idea in their head that the jerky stop and go means good performance because it’s “responsive.” But it doesn’t allow for subtlety in handling to give passengers a smooth, comfortable ride, and does nothing for maintaining control of the vehicle.

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