I’ve been thinking about a new kind of story. It’s called Christmas and everyone who participate in it are absolutely insane! :-)

Got some time off and I’m cleaning the house, doing last min Xmas shopping, and otherwise partaking in behavior which seems completely insane when you step back and look at it from afar.

People are running around, buying food and gifts, cleaning houses, continuing to decorate and bake til the last minute, and run to the post office, and run all over crazy like chickens with their heads cut off. Why? Why do we do it?

In other news we saw King Kong over the weekend. I’d love to talk about it here but I don’t want to give away spoilers for those who haven’t seen it. Makes me wish Blogger had some spoiler tags. There were a lot of nice storytelling elements I’d love to comment on…

The editing on my book will begin soon. I’m sure I’ll have more thoughtful musings then.