If someone demanded I summarily declare why I have achieved my modest success where so many other writers haven’t, I would have to say it’s because I mercilessly separate dreams and goals and only act upon the latter.
What’s the difference?
A goal is something I control. “I will write four books this year” is a goal. I might succeed, I might fail, but it’s within my control. If I write three I fail in my goal, but hey–I’ve written three more books!
A dream is something I don’t control. Generally, dreams require other people take action on my behalf. “I will coauthor a thriller with James Patterson” is a dream, because while I might reach out to Patterson I don’t control how he reacts. Chances are he would throw me off his front porch and unleash the hounds.
I work on goals. Never on dreams.
Do this long enough, and dreams fade. It’s not that you lose the capacity for dreaming, but if you remain goal-oriented your idle fantasies start feeding into your goals instead.
Today, I fear I’ve caught a dream. XKCD’s latest interactive comic includes a Murderbot reference.
I can’t really call this “author goals,” because I don’t control it. But it’s certainly “author dreams.”
Stupid dreams. Get out of here with that lame non-actionable tripe. Dammit.
One Reply to “I Have A Dream”
Comments are closed.