I had one goal for September (which, in my defence, I set with only 5 days of the month remaining), and that was to have an outline of the next novel.
Usually I write manuscripts on the fly; I have a beginning, two or three turning or high points, maybe some other beats which need to happen "in the middle…ish", and an ending to drive toward. I've never successfully pre-plotted a novel before writing it, and I thought it was time I tried. Properly tried. So for the past few months, while world-building and plot-storming, I've restrained myself from diving in and starting with the words because this time, this time, just this once, I wanted to have some sort of skeleton in place. Nothing too detailed, because that's too big a change. Just a starting point and then a string of beats/scenes/points that lead — cohesively! — all the way to the end.
Which I don't have yet. The end, or the skeleton.
And it's October.
No battle plan survives first contact, huh?
I have been quite prolific on the plot-storming, though: the novel notes got so copious they took over my journal and I couldn't find my task lists in amongst all the maundering about trolls. I had to succumb and order myself a second, separate notebook, to contain them. (From "no" notebooks to two, in a month! It's a slippery slope!)
The weight of two notebooks may well force me back to just the one, and I'll simply have to resign myself to burning through the pages, but for now it's nice to have an entire notebook dedicated to the trolls.