the end of the beginning, the beginning of the end

This is realistically my last post of 2015. Let’s not be cute and pretend I’ll actually do a year-end wrap-up on New Year’s Eve. Your options are two weeks late or right now, so let’s do this.

I’ve posted enough about the highlights of my year (baby! house! MAD MAX FURY ROAD!) that I don’t think I need to rehash them yet again.

I had more physical ailments than at any other time in my life (gallstones! mastitis! Hashimoto’s!), hmm, and every one of them was baby-related. There’s a reason this used to be women’s number one cause of death. (In the U.S. for my age range I believe the crown now goes to murder. Woohoo!)

I wrote a book while on maternity leave and then entered an unproductive vortex following my return to the workforce. A handful of short stories are all I have to show for the last six months. Give me a moment to shed one artful tear… okay, moving on.

I’m going to end up reading exactly 52 books, which would be a much more satisfying number if 33 of them hadn’t been finished by July.

It’s hard to believe I have a 9-month-old trying to walk and talk. (For the record we’ve got four words: mama, dada, cat, and more uncertainly: baby). He’s gone from jaundiced, squish-faced goon to fiendish Joker face in no time at all.

In defiance of my usual seasonal writing pattern, I have officially begun my spring 2016 book early! I’m 1000 words in. Now I just need to do this about 79 more times and I ought to have something interesting to show for it. What’s that you say? Finish editing my 2015 book first? *COUGH COUGH* WHAT’S THAT OVER THERE??

Once we get past the remaining mess of holiday I’ll be embarking on some lingering home improvement and indulgent purchasing plans, including the highly coveted acquisition of a scanner. And then, OH HO HO, and then I will have some fun items to post from my ever-popular youth. There is always another stupid memory to exploit in the name of entertainment.

Finally, my biggest regret of the year was failing to throw a proper Back to the Future party. There will never be another opportunity like it. Alas, life got in the way.

So there you have it. Happy Christmas Eve and Merry New Year, I’ll catch you on the other side!