'Tis the Season...

I'm not really on top of the holidays. Ever. But this year in particular. This year is what I like to call a Nostalgia Year. A year where I go back in time and shop like I used to when I was an older teenager and early twenty-something.

As in, I'm gonna get all MY shopping done on December 24th.

I'm a procrastinator by nature -- frankly, I'm a Gold Medalist in the sport, for many years running. But, more than that, I'm busy. Busy working. Busy taking care of the family and household needs. Busy writing. Busy doing writing-related things. Busy, busy, busy. And I like writing a lot more than I like shopping.

Now, lest the hubs read this and choke so hard it kills him, let me stress that I'm all over the buying and the spending and the getting and the having. It's the work involved in shopping well and wisely that I'm not all that into, this year in particular.

To me, writing isn't work. It's fun, it's exciting, it's joy. Shopping, on the other hand, feels more and more like work. And work is so rarely fun. I'd much rather spend time with my characters and plots and crit partner and beta readers and agent than trudge to the mall to slam dance with the other shoppers trying to get the best deal or the last Elmo doll or something.

But, there are children to shop for, and, to quote one of my favorite comedies (Dirty Rotten Scoundrels)...but...for the children...I'll take it. I'll go slam and trudge and shop 'til I drop to make sure the little ones have what their little hearts desire. Or something to that effect.

But first, I really have to finish this latest chapter...

Love,
Gini