I was recently reached out to by someone about being accountibility partners. While I have always loved the concept, and I know I NEED to be held accountible, it is…daunting. Scary. The very first thing is figuring out what goals I have that I want to be held to.

Having goals means making things real.

Making things real means having to do the hard work.

I also got very lost in the woods of what goals should look like. I’ve always believed they need to be measurable, and I got very stuck in the idea of that means word count for a writer – but that’s hardly true at all. There are so many tasks that are not word count related in writing.

Editing.

Revising.

Rewriting.

*gulp* …. Cutting.

Watching your word count go backwards is hard, isn’t it? You spend such a long time watching it climb and climb and climb, and then suddenly it’s dropping and it feels like a real loss. There is a reason that some writers call it murdering, because each one of those scenes that just don’t fit need to be cut out viciously and without remorse.

Easier said than done.

The other difficulty of setting goals is that I need to acknowledge and accept that I am a writer. This is what I do. This is what I need to continue to do if I am ever to see success. That is scary in itself, because it’s acknowledging that I am responsible for where I am today. Not circumstance, not situation, not luck: me.

The funny thing about setting goals, though, is that it’s motivating too. I set a goal, started to see myself meet it, and suddenly I wanted to set another. And another. And now I have this long list of goals and it’s become a different kind of problem.

Not enough hours in the day.

But I am taking myself seriously and moving myself forward. I am giving myself the agency I work so hard to give my characters. And you know what?

It feels good.