Here we go. Full flight into the Christmas craziness, including hospital stays, emergency room visits (different parents) and trying to find that perfect gift for the man who has given me so much over the past while.
So, how DO you find the perfect gift for someone who has given YOU the perfect gift, which is the time and space to write? I still don't know. All I do know is, I'm darned lucky. I guess getting a novel published (the beginning of a string of novels) would be the best thing to do. Well, Manhood Road's still out there, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
Word count has gone to pot. Will pick it up after the holidays.
Forgot to post this -- so here it is, much too late! And a picture of my dog on Christmas day. He''d just finished chewing the eyes out of his newest stuffed toy -- Santa. I don't know why he does this, but I'm not going to cross him. By the way, that's his "I know I'm in trouble, I just don't know why" look. He doesn't understand the creepiness factor associated with chewing the face off of something.
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