My husband phoned me this morning, and the conversation went as follows:
– What do you want for Christmas?
– You have a standing order for cuddles. This is not helpful. Really, what do you want for Christmas?
– … Cuddles?
Honestly, this year there is nothing I really want. Except maybe this chair but it costs £2000 + and I’m not that dumb.
Then I thought about it. I’d like the Novel done (which I’m working on so you know, it’s going to happen.) I’d love a publishing deal. After that, honestly, there is nothing I want. I don’t crave anything. This is not about aggressive consumerism and never was. I’m remarkably simple to please. Treat me with respect, make me tea now and again and offer some cake and honestly, we’re utterly good. The Man with the Bag can skip me and go give someone else the cheer.
This is a roundabout way of me telling you guys that come the New Year I’m hoping to be a lot more active with general posting, and that the whole process of writing is still going on despite a daily word count update. I have a ton of stuff I’d like to discuss involving process too, quite apart from the other things I’ve promised myself to write. I just gotta get it all organised and out there and that’s always been half the battle.
If I’m quiet, you can guarantee at this point it’s because I’m working.