It's beginning to look like Christmas is coming. The snow is falling. The carols are playing. We've bought our tree and now it's time to decorate. There's also writing to be done.
On My Twelfth Day Of Editing
My muse sent to me:
12 hours of solid sleep (Because I don't know what I'm doing anymore.)
11 tissue packets (Why can't I stop crying?)
Ten Reasons to keep writing
Nine Ladies Dancing (Clearly the hallucinations are escalating.)
Eight Inches worth of unrealistic expectation
Seven Synonyms for 'sigh' (But I love that word!)
Six Rippling ab references
Five Cups of tea (She should have sent Vicadin.)
Four Books on craft (Because apparently scores of 'ly' words are annoyingly cliche.)
Three Bottles of Advil ('Cuz it's going to be a long 12 days.)
Two red pens
and the most epic idea in all history. (Because apparently we're starting over. Again.)
Besides Christmas, because December is about more than that, I'm thinking about what I want to accomplish with my writing in 2016. I know one thing, it'll start with a month long writing challenge in January. The best part? I won't be doing it alone. I'll be writing along side other members in my writing group.
How about you? Are thoughts of what's on the agenda for 2016 slowly taking root?