So it’s December already! (Insert overworked scream here…)
Another failed NaNo attempt is in the books (does anyone ever wonder why life throws everything it has at you in November every year?). At least there are more words on the page now than there were a month ago, even if it’s not the lauded 50,000.
Work is winding down, and the promise of summer holidays lies on the horizon, as yet untouched by the many things that need to happen between now and the mystical day I where I don’t have to do anything ALL DAY!
It’s about this time every year I start to make lists, and an ambitious looking timetable of things I’d like to do as a routine over the summer break. Write a piece of flash fiction every day. Write half a chapter on my novel every day. Exercise. Drink green smoothies for lunch. Allow at least an hour a day for reading, somewhere outdoors, shady and reasonably quiet. It’s not that I think I’m going to be able to achieve all these things. Especially not all of them in order each day. I’ll be lucky to get one thing from the list of ‘must do’ items done each day. But it’s not really about that. It’s the thought that it’s possible, and I can choose to do any or all these things every day that makes it so appealing. It’s the idea that just for a little while, life is different, and that makes all the difference.
Other things happening right now include hauling out the Christmas movies collection and trying to decide which ones I absolutely have to see this year. (I’ll give you a hint, Home Alone makes it every year!) I’m also pulling out the recipe books I have for Christmas recipes and wonder if I’ll get the time to make all the things I want to (See the timetable above).
Last but not least, the Christmas tree is up, decorated in our usual haphazard style. It’s far from department store perfection, but it’s definitely ours, we wouldn’t have it any other way.