When real things happen to imaginary people

My darling theda made a post about life goals; what hers are, and asking the rest of us what are goals are. So, mine:

• Write more. I have a first draft of a novel that is sloooowly becoming a second draft. I have a completely unrelated idea for a novel. I just (just! ahahahahaha!) need to write.


• Get more books published.


• Get all the tattoos I want, including the eventual sleeve work of blackberry vines.


• Become better at self-care. No, really. I'm great at taking care of my loved ones and friends, but looking after myself? Still kinda crap at that.
• Health. I'm out of shape, and my various health issues make it worse. I want to fix that.


• PINK HAIR. After Bats Day, I'm going to start growing out my natural (ugh!) color in preparation for the huge amount of work it's going to take me to get to a headful of cupcake pink hair. With black ends, because there is no way the black dye on the ends of my hair will lift. The eventual goal? ENTIRELY PINK HAIR BY 50. (That gives me 4 years.)

Then there are the goals that are a bit far-fetched, and require some luck and serendipity:

• Become a wildly successful fiction author.


• Become financially successful enough that, oh, I can tell Dad to retire, and move him into a nice house. Be able to help my friends if they need it. Be able to impulse shop for Fluevogs and trips to Disneyland. That sort of thing.


• Become enough of a well-known expert on the goth subculture that I can become a well-paid media consultant/personality.