Christmas already. November, and the end of NaNoWriMo, just seemed to blow past me. I managed to make 50,000 words… barely. Though with, admittedly, with more of a margin of error then some of my friends and fellow NaNoers.
December ended up being a hectic month, what with the cold temperatures, heavy snowfall, and unwillingness to start of the vehicles. Besides not being able to go anywhere it has been a picture-beautiful December. My sleep schedule is wonky thanks to staying up late every few days to wrap packages, bake cookies, and the like. And playing video games and reading books, because I have time now.
The Christmas of my childhood is gone, and I’m trying not to dwell on that too much. My little sister is not interested in the trappings of what was essentially Christmas for me, and so I feel like I barely recognize the holiday any more. I find myself grasping onto what elements I can, just to try and capture some of the magic I remember. When I was little it felt like there was real and true magic at work, and that’s partly how I started writing – trying to recapture magic, finding it in a world in which there seems to be so little. It’s not a religious thing for me at all, just a sense of… something deeper and more mystical. Something that exists in the stars, and the darkness, and the snow, and the lights.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone. I wish for everyone to receive a touch of that magic.