How the hell does it happen? One minute you're minding your own business in September, admiring the leaves on (and off) the trees, and then BAM, Christmas.
I suppose I should have seen it coming. After all, it happens every year, and the stores start advertising it in the day after Halloween. Still, here I am sat in my chair, scratching my head as I wonder how it snuck up on me once again.
On the good side, my wife is off work this Chrimbo, so we get to do things properly. We can go to bed late the night before (after sticking the turkey in the sink to thaw) and get up early on the day. Presents will be unwrapped, stomachs will be overfilled, and leftovers will inhabit the fridge for weeks after.
In writing news, I've been writing. Shocking. The WIP is coming along slowly but surely, and I've been jotting down any and all ideas that I have. The pacing seems about right, which is a rare thing for me. I tend to write far too sparsely, and cram a 90k book into a 40k novella. I reread my previous Reaper books prior to starting this reboot, and I could have wept at how I'd written them. I can do so much better. I will do so much better.
Hey, maybe you'll see another blog post before 2014. That'd be nice.