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Goals - Lots of Goals
Last month, I asked for advice on how to manage your time during birthday week. As we wind down toward the end of the year, I like to reflect not only on 'goals', but also on the things that were new to me, and what did and didn't work.
I review my writing goals...and examine whether I moved toward them. I don't feel it's about meeting every goal like a tick list, but more the question, "Did I grow?", "Did my writing voice improve?"
I joined this site to have a place to write and share it. But I also became fascinated with image tagging and creation, which ignited a big passion of mine. Doing research for accuracy in my stories has sent me down the rabbit hole of learning. For someone who loves a good bucketload of useless factoids, this added to the pile.
So, in summary, growth isn't always a tick list. There isn't a timeline. An alarm doesn't go off, and you have to stop growing.
So, Write On, and enjoy WDC!
This month's question: Do you have to wait for a new year to set new goals?
Answer below  Editors love feedback! 
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Excerpt: The arid, barren landscape, sparse vegetation and red sand dunes surrounding the small town gave him a sense of security. Surely no one would track him down here.
Excerpt: In the midst of this cold, a young boy staggered his way through the ice and snow toward Kentucky Highway 692. No birds sang for him this dark morning, no clouds strolled through the sky, and no hope built itself a fire in his heart. He was alone. His only ally was the grit which dwelt inside him, propping him up as he stumbled forward.
Excerpt: Nathan Kido was used to being “the new kid.” His father’s army transfers meant new schools, new faces, and, unfortunately, new bullies. It always followed the same pattern, he’d walk into a cafeteria or a classroom, and someone would decide the quiet kid was an easy target. After too many black eyes and scraped knees, his dad finally enrolled him in karate.
Excerpt: I sank blissfully into my comfy armchair. Lightning flickered in the windows as I browsed YouTube on my iPad to the steady sound of rain. I watched a video about the multiverse, how different worlds can overlap and catch people in the wrong one.
Excerpt: The thing about being on the run is that it feels like nothing's for you. You see people going about their lives, concerned with their normal routines, but you're watching it all from a bubble. You’re separate, somehow. Trapped. Staring out at a quiet reminder that nothing ever waits.
Excerpt: It actually was a dark and stormy afternoon at the Shaved Mango Agency and Saloon. The fringes of a tropical storm shrieked outside. Palm fronds clung desperately to their tree trunks while flying coconuts assaulted whatever they struck.
Then she walked in.
Excerpt: “Being funny and being plain stupid are two entirely different things,” Rosie said, feeling exasperated. “Now, which one are you?”
“I’m funny and stupid!” said Ben with a big smile on his face.
Excerpt: The night air was thick with the smell of rain-soaked asphalt, headlights smearing across the slick Oklahoma highway. Elena’s lungs burned as she ran, clutching the hoodie tighter around her thin frame. Her sneakers slapped the ground in a frantic rhythm. Behind her, far off but too close, a pair of headlights drifted along the county road like a predator’s eyes. She didn’t dare look back.
Excerpt: "Why exactly should I charge down this ramp? I don't see you getting ready to run into enemy fire with me." The battle droid turned its massive squat head to look at its diminutive companion. The battle droid's head was neatly stenciled with the number zero one, and it went by the name ZeroOne.
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This month's question: Do you have to wait for a new year to set new goals?
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Last month's "Action/Adventure Newsletter (August 27, 2025)" question: What are some of your fondest childhood memories?
Pumpkin  : Going into our little garden when it rained the day before. The mud would ooze up between our toes and get caked onto our feet to make them inflexible. The mud was warm, and it felt good. Mom would be hanging clothes on the line. She made us scrape our feet on the grass, but we would get back into the mud before rinsing off our feet with the garden hose.
Tannus  : Building forts in the woods behind the house.
Dave's trying to catch up  : "My First Memory"
Dragonfly : During the 60s, my little brother (a year younger than me), and I would go out on Halloween by ourselves and cover a 4 block radius. This was from our ages of 7 and 6. We each carried a pillow case which we would bring home filled with candy. Unfortunately we also had 4 older teenage siblings who would be waiting for us. They would take our bags, empty them on a table, and scour through the candy, always taking the choice pieces.
♥tHiNg♥  : Watching The Addams Family on TV.
JACE  : The snows the used to fall in my hometown in Maine back in the 60's and 70's. To this day, I still enjoy shoveling our driveway when we get some in Missouri. Though I'm not as big on making snow forts or sliding down a hill
TheBusmanPoet : Playing sports from Dawn to Dusk.
flash : Discovering and playing video games at a very young age. Before I even started school.
Jay O'Toole  : Getting a Schwinn bicycle at age 11, that cost us an hour and a half drive (one way) and $98. Then, I could ride to town and back without a bike helmet. The distance varied from about two to five miles because we lived in two different houses out in the country. I still have the frame, which will still be good for a ride when I can replace the tires, brakes, and chain.
Soldier_Mike  : Riding my one-speed bike with playing cards snapping in the spokes. 
Dad : playing baseball, camping out in the top of the barn, working in the fields, mowing the yard.
Humble Poet PNG - Happy 60!  : The one memory that still drives my life today is the memory of sitting at the kitchen table with my Granny. I would sit near as she peeled spuds, rinsed and sorted beans, or made spud mush and she would tell me how to spell words as I wrote poems. At age five or six, they weren't good poems, but you see where I am today.
keyisfake : Playing with my brothers outside and with our toys. having dinner together, going on trips and watching Saturday Morning Cartoons!!!!
S 🤦 : Mostly times when I was alone and away from home.
Changed when I became a teenager, but as a child, that was it.
N.A Miller : Didn't have a great childhood. doesn't have any memories.
StephBee  : I usually spent the summer at my grandmother's house. She lived in a small town and had a "forest" in back of her house. I'd go play back in the forest, climbing trees, looking for recycling, making treasure maps and getting poison sumac!
Thank you all for your responses! L~
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