It's a Year of Magical Thinking

I think I stole that title. It sounds familiar...

Regardless, here we are: twenty-eleven. Oh dear. Two thousand and ten was a big year for me. I had some of my writing done, I was in a couple of shows, I graduated from college, I found my way into the professional theatre world. It seems pretty surreal mostly but I'm almost certain it happened. I do have my flimsy diploma in its cover sitting on my window sill. That must mean it's real, right?

For twenty-eleven I'm setting goals, not making resolutions. Resolutions seems flimsy to me (like my diploma) and it seems too awful when you "break" them. Goals are something you can attain, things that don't necessarily have expiration dates. So here they are:
1. Actor Fitness: get some.  Basically eat better, work out. Generally be healthy.
2. Enter a contest, submit to a literary magazine, etc. etc. at least once a month. That'll keep me writing. Or at least editing.
3. Get "The Apartment Series" up and running. Once a month (or every couple of months) host a reading/salon lunch/brunch/dinner/evening in my (or someone else's) apartment. That way us creative types can get together and fulfill some of the urges we've been having. (Not like that, silly.) The first one is January 23rd.

And those are goals for me for...awhile. I feel good about them.

Happy New Year all.

For my personal goals see: http://scooperwrites.blogspot.com/