Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Do You Like Setting Goals? by Vonnie Davis

The holidays are over and life returns to normal. But, for writers, what is normal? Characters that populate our minds. Conversations that play-out in the shower. Written scenes that waken us in the middle of the night to tell us we'd written them wrong. Queries, synopsis, edits, releases, promotions.--all of these things are normalcy for writers.

Depressing at times.
Exhilarating at others.
Still, writing is what we love. It's what makes our souls happy. So, what are your plans for 2013? Will you finish your current WIP? Or will you spread your wings to try penning something new? These were questions my agent asked me recently. "What do you want to accomplish next?" She sipped at her drink, her piercing eyes watching and waiting for my reactions to her question.
We talked, plotted and created a wish list for the coming year. Personally I hate doing that. I always feel like I'm setting myself up for failure. I'd rather flutter along from idea to idea like a butterfly in a garden of blooms. My thinking being if I don't set goals, then I can't fail. Right?
Maybe not.
I do have one goal: to become stronger as a writer. That means I have a lot of learning to do.


As we step forward into 2013, may you begin to achieve your goals--your next goal, a better goal. Even if you hate listing them the way I do. Make a plan, figure out how to achieve it and move forward to that end. Good luck and great sales in 2013.


You won’t believe this email. I’m sitting in a French safe house, eating caviar and drinking champagne with handsome government agent, Niko Reynard. He’s wearing nothing but silk pajama bottoms and mega doses of sex appeal. I’m in big trouble, little sister. He’s kissed me several times and given me a foot massage that nearly caused spontaneous combustion. I'm feeling strangely virginal compared to the sexual prowess this thirty-year-old man exudes.

When I came to Paris for a bit of adventure, I never imagined I’d foil a bombing attempt, karate-kick two men, and run from terrorists while wearing a new pair of stilettos. I met a German musician, a gay poet from Australia, and the most delightful older French woman.

Don’t worry. I’m safe…the jury’s still out on yummy Niko, though. The more champagne I drink, the less reserved I feel. What an unforgettable fortieth birthday!

** Available at The Wild Rose Press, Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

1 comment:

morgan said...

I based my learning curve on watching you. I say, "I have to be more gutsy about promotion like Vonnie."