Sloppy seconds for you

I have a fantasy involving stand-up comedy because I'm too scared of improv, and this fantasy is eating all my best material.

But it's ok. Because big news! The motorcycle ladies A-Z book that I contributed to ages ago is finally being published in the next few weeks. I know I cried over the thing I wrote, so it has to be good, right? Goodish? Good enough for government work.

I'm not a resolution person really but I am stockpiling goals like they'll sustain me through Armageddon. They never have. But so far, we got:

pick up the fiddle again
paint something every month
keep up the freelance work pace
find something to replace current employ
maybe take some martial arts
get certified as a witch, instead of presumptuously assuming I am
teach a dyslexic fella to write papers (he hired me, this wasn't my idea)
long road trip, possibly partly book tour (see above)

basically, this is a year for ponying up on the discipline. I will let you know if I die.