I don't usually confess to wanting much, because to be honest, I really don't want much. I'm an impossible person to buy Christmas gifts for, because all I ever covet is books and music, and most people have no idea what I do or don't already have. Thankfully, I'm at Holiday Armistice with pretty much everyone in my life, so it's not an issue.
But do I want anything? Maybe, but it's all more in the realm of resolutions than a desire for anything tangible. I want more time and money, of course. I want to lose some weight (again). I want to grow as a writer and as a journalist, and not be stuck in the pool of stagnation that awaits if one becomes too complacent. I want to move forward, and sometimes I'lm concerned I'm standing still.
When I was younger, I was adept at the art of just doing things. I never had money, so I just shrugged it off and did things anyway. Start a poetry reading, a theatre company, an online literary journal? No problem! Give me a few good friends with a shared vision, and I was good to go. Truth is, I'm still kind of like that, except the things I want to do take more planning, and buy-in from other people with resources and skills I don't have. I don't have the time or the energy I did when I was younger, but I manage time much better. I'm still mostly broke, but whatever.
So .. what do I want to do? I want to finish and publish my damn novel, and I want to write more poetry and get back to having that published. I want to finish writing the Whitney Bierce short stories, which I started a lifetime ago, and maybe write a few more of the newsroom story series that's been running in the Murder Ink anthology series (the last of which comes out in February). I figure I'm already most of the way to a book of those. I want to publish more books.
I want to spend more time working with radio and television, including finally making a TV version of my Great Cover Song Challenge, and I have ideas for a podcast, all of which requires skills and equipment that I do not currently have. So I need to either acquire those skills and equipment or collaborate with people who already have them.
There's also a slim-but-slightly-increasing chance I may run a quarterly or so experimental late-night-show, even though I know I'm too old for that sort of thing.
And I have a looming project at work that, if it happens, I'm actually genuinely excited about, and it'll be one of those things where I'll learn all sorts of new skills. I love my job, and I love what I do, but I don't want to do the same thing forever. Is this all the brain fever of an incipient midlife crisis? I don't know. All I know is that I still have things I want to do, and new things I want to try, and there's a whole world out there that I'm still not bored with, so that's all right. I don't know how much of this I'll actually accomplish. Maybe all of it, maybe none, but it never hurts to try.