God only knows.
I started The Royal Purple in a fit during the pandemic because I was cranky that there weren’t more portrayals of women in power. Like, real women who had held power doing actual things with their power, hopefully for good. (In reality, it wasn’t always for good. It never is.) But the for good wasn’t as important as just trying to change the perception that women just didn’t exist as anything more than baby-making machines up until the 1970s.
I had built it up in my head as I needed to do this right and I needed to be scholarly and well-researched and I had to say brilliant things. Which of course meant that I barely did anything. Even last year, when I gave myself permission to be a little more off the cuff, I still barely posted.
And then I watched the first two seasons of The Diplomat and decided I didn’t care if it was women with the power, the United States should not have that much power. It just shouldn’t. I’m more interested in anarchical systems and how they work – how people share power and still make it work.
But still. There’s power everywhere. Those dynamics happen all the time.
And so my new year’s resolution is to just sit down and type. Ideally, once a day, but in all likelihood a couple of times a week. Tomorrow, it will probably be about Clodia since I just read Clodia of Rome. It will probably be a brain dump. And that’s ok.