Remember how exciting the holidays were when you were a kid? You sat back, ate cookies, and raked in the presents without a care. As I got older I ended up relish in the giving part of Christmas. Well. I still get cookies at least.
I will remember the year of 2013 as the year I started to see the selfish worth of giving. From a writers perspective I mean. Previous to this I saw looking at other people’s works as a chore, or a cost needed to make others look at my own. This is not the case.
Now I value looking over other people’s work more than I ever thought possible. It allows you to spot your own errors without the burden of overlooking them because of attachment.
It is much easier to be critical of another person’s work than your own, and when you return to your own the errors you made stand out like bruises.
I can’t say I’ve read as much as I’ve written, as I’ve done a great deal of that alone. But this time next year I hope to read thrice as much as I write. This will be the gateway to being a better author. So in a way, the resolution isn’t a benevolent move at all. Instead, it is a selfish grab at self improvement. the thing is, processing these thoughts and giving it back as feedback is the best gift you can give to a fledgling author. (Outside of lots of money I mean).