I have read countless blog post about what Santa did or didn't bring my fellow writing friends. Yes, I am insanely jealous about the iPad Natalie got and thrilled that Santa brought Lindsay her muse . . . a muse I fully intend to harvest for my own creative benefit . I couldn't be happier that only a few days before Christmas a writing buddy scored an agent, and I jumped for joy when Mary sent me the fully complete, finished copy of her ms for me to edit.
Now I didn't go empty handed. There were loads of electronic gadgets for the kids, every imaginable color of Playdough for my youngest, even a fair amount of "conservative" clothes for the parents. We had a gluttony of food, too many desserts, and a winter snowstorm to set the mood. But what surprised me the most was the restored sense of self-confidence I woke up with that morning. Amongst a houseful of peculiar guests and a holiday schedule that allowed for no down-time, I found myself quite relaxed. With an editing deadline fast approaching, a sci-fi manuscript nearly done, and a new writing project taking control of my mind, I found myself without any qualms about my ability to get everything done.
Now all I have to do is teach my dog to pee in the snow and all will be perfect!