Christmas 2014 went by in a flash of blinking lights. First there was a whole lot of grading, then a whole lot of cleaning, then a trip to the airport to pick up Mom.
There were shopping and cooking and then some wonderful warm moments with friends and family--presents to unwrap, bread to break, and, finally, even a little bit of downtime.
|Nico chills with Grandma|
And now it's almost--but not quite--time to take down this year's tree.
|Just before we ripped into the presents|
Now that we're poised on the brink of 2015, I'm starting to wrap my mind around my one big New Year's Resolution, not counting the perennial lose weight/hit the gym/give up chocolate: Write a novel.
The story and characters have been taking shape in my head for a while now, and I've started putting down words on paper. So far I'm twenty-five pages in--admittedly not so very far. But I know the town where my heroine lives. I've walked its streets in my dream. I can see her best friend and her little sisters. And I can hear her voice. I've been hearing it for weeks now, while I cleaned and cooked and graded and wrapped.
And now that it's New Year's Eve I need to set aside the writing for a day or so, maybe even do a little bellydancing with Red Elvises:
But that's okay: my next story is waiting.
|photo lifted from http://centrum.org/2014/08/creative-nonfiction-workshop-nov-6-9/|
May good things await us all in 2015.
|Roo Roo wonders where all the presents went|
Out of town visitors