I'm starting to hate New Year's Day. It seems like such a fantastic opportunity -- start fresh! Set goals! Make plans! And every year, I fail. In 2014 I was going to rewrite Harmony Station and get a publishable book winnowed out of my comic archives. That didn't happen. But, okay. Onwards to 2015! I would get that comic book done. I would start blogging again. I would deal with my comic update schedule, which showed a worrying tendency to slide. I would write about the Rabid Puppies and their attempted takeover, something I found I cared a surprising amount about (ok, that came later than New Year's, but still). I would start working towards homeschooling kidlet, since the schools around here are worryingly terrible enough that it seemed the best viable option.
It's the end of the year. None of it happened. If anything I have reversed: the comic update I posted this past week was the first since October, the Hugo review plan got abandoned half-finished which is worse than never started, and I've almost given up on the homeschooling thing because even though I worry about sending her to school, I just cannot see how to make this work.
All because I have fucking ovaries.
(The next bit is long and rather self-indulgent. Fair warning.)