I've always been the kind of person who's terrible with good-byes. I'm that awkward person who never knows how to end the conversation, even when it's well past its expiration. Saying good-bye to my coworkers at my last job was a clumsy affair full of weird smiles and sentiments that, while meaningful, didn't signify the end of the conversation. In the end, we all just walked away from each other. I knew my last relationship was going to be one hell of an awkward ending, so I dragged it out for an additional eight months in a desperate attempt to avoid it. And don't even get me started on dating. How does one casually end a first date? That's a question for the ages that I'm convinced will never be solved. (Thankfully, after many failed attempts, that one's not a problem for my anymore. 324 days left! But who's counting?) And though I only started seriously getting into writing a short time ago, my need to avoid good-byes and endings has already become a very big problem. In the last four years, I've started as many novels and haven't even gotten half way through any of them. I took quite the hiatus between novels one and two (at least two and a half-years) and when I started with the first novel, my attempt was half-hearted at best. I still think that story has potential, but it's not the one that I'm focusing on right now. The fourth novel I've started is a dystopian future novel. They seem to be very popular right now, and it's definitely a genre I can get behind. It makes the perfect back drop for protagonists to overcome some sort of external as well as internal struggle. I've got one very rough chapter down. I posted in the novels section of this site and despite its desperate need for polishing and rewriting, it got some positive words of encouragement that made me want to see it through to the end. I have a semblance of an outline started. Just a few pages of legal pad outlining some major plot points, background information, and characters. But I can feel the ideas starting to storm in my head and I like where it's going. I don't have a title, but I feel like that will come in time. I decided to keep myself more accountable by starting a progress journal. It's true that it will only be to myself. Unfortunately, my time is limited due to other responsibilities so I can't commit the time I would like to writing. I'm not trying to use it as an excuse, but I do need to be realistic about what I can achieve and when. I've always been a task-oriented person. One of the most satisfying feelings to me is crossing something off a to-do list. I believe that setting myself small obtainable goals rather that just one overall task of "write a novel" will make it easier for me to accomplish my dream, even if in the end it's just for my own satisfaction. With that in mind, here are the first goals I will set for myself: 1) Polish up the first chapter of the novel 2) Expand the outline With perseverance and a visit from Lady Luck, I'd like to have these done by the end of August. Wish me luck, universe!