The New Year's kickoff (other than the Rose Bowl) is usually a time of resolutions, goals, wishes. I've had a few of the latter. For example:
I wish I had the body of Steve Reeves.
I wish I could have played center field for the Dodgers.
I wish I had played quarterback for the USC Trojans, won the Heisman, and played my whole NFL career for the Rams.
I wish I could have seen Laurette Taylor on Broadway.
I wish I could sing like Ray Charles. I wish I could tickle the ivories like Martha Davis.
I wish I could have seen Jim Thorpe play football, Babe Ruth play baseball, and Beethoven play the piano.
I wish I could have had dinner with Shakespeare and Winston Churchill at the same time.
I wish I could write as effortlessly as Stephen King seems to.
But after wishing those things, I remind myself that I've got my own package to work with. The cards I was dealt. My job is to till the soil, plumb the depths, hose the driveway, paint the ceiling and write the books that come out of my particular package. I have to keep improving what I have, taking it as far as I can, leaving what is out of my hands to the forces that be.
As far as 2010 goes, I wish to make some plans. The overarching plan is to make this year the most productive of my writing life. Not necessarily in quantity--though I do have several projects in mind--but quality. This will be my twenty-second year as a serious writer, my fifteenth as a published novelist. I know a lot more now than when I began. If I don't use this knowledge, and leverage it, then I'm wasting my experience.
So here's to 2010 (for many of you, seeing 2009 in the rear view mirror is not a bad thing), and may it be productive for you in the best way possible.
What are some of the things you wished for at one time in your life?
What are your plans for the new year?