I like to plan. I love spreadsheets. And lists. And being organized. Possibly it’s a sickness that occasionally requires intervention. Sue me. I am an organized soul.
I’ve been trying to sort out my plans for 2013 for at least two months now. I had variations and permutations based on “If this happens, then I’ll do this…”
Given that Round 1 has been going strong for all of…um, 2 days and 9 hours and I’ve already had to change my goals for this round (and may yet again), I’m about ready to throw in the towel and admit that I don’t know diddly and I’m just going to play. Okay, not really. I seldom play. But I should really stop planning because things keep CHANGING.
Except planning is, like, my security blanket. I NEED to do it. Like I NEED chocolate. And bacon. Even when I know things are uncertain, I feel this itch to follow through the logical steps of things, to consider the ramifications and have A PLAN for Just In Case.
I’m not good at living in the moment or just for the immediate future. I’m a Big Picture Thinker.
But anyway, for now, I’m still bleeding pink as the Hammer has her way with DOTH. I’m also making an effort to read through several books I have on Celtic folklore and fairy tales to better ground myself in the lore. I’ve read a lot of it in the past, but it’s been like fifteen years, so I’m fuzzier than I need to be. And on the writing front, I’m focusing on Riven for the time being. THAT, at least, is going well.