We had the presents. We had the meals. We had the company. And we had the good news–2 new babies coming in 09.
Some unusual visitors came through our yard on Christmas Day. I managed to grab my camera and get one picture before the camera announced my memory card was full. That’s what happens when I don’t erase any pictures all summer and autumn. Here’s our visitors leaving.
We had a great time over the holidays. We made a big jig saw puzzle and enjoyed visiting the kids and grandkids. We had 22 here yesterday for the family dinner. Fun.
But I am ready to get back to work.
On Christmas Eve day I finally accepted that the story I was working on wasn’t working. It wasn’t simply a matter of pushing through resistance because the resistance wouldn’t go away. I expect my ‘muse’ tried yelling and when I wouldn’t listen, started yawning. Eventually, I stopped and went back to square one. I’m happy I did because the story I came up with is so much better. I’d tell you about it but it might take a few unexpected turns before it actually is finished (and published).
Which makes me think of things that make me unique as a writer. (I suspect every writer has similiar traits)
- I talk to voices inside my head.
- Some of the letters on my keyboard are worn off.
- There are food crumbs in my keyboard. (And coffee stains on the keys)
- I have favorite pens that no one is allowed to touch (especially the one from Harrod’s)
- I would rather stay home and write than go out (even for dinner)
- My idea of a perfect holiday is just me and my computer.
- I love the smell of books.
- A bookstore is one of my favorite places.
- I know several good on-line sites for used books. (In fact, I get special shipping rates).
- When I’m working I’m happy.