Good morning readers! By the time any of you can read this scheduled post, it will be Sunday morning, and I’ll be on my way to church to find and hug my friends, and already missing my older siblings whose Christmas break from college has finally run out.
Man! has it been too long. As a writer, I wanted–of course–to post all through December, about gifts and Jesus and the real meaning of things, and maybe write a short Christmas story: the whole shebang.
Needless to say, none of that happened: I posted once about Christmas, and left my blog to its fate. I read Pride and Prejudice in two days (it was exhausting but I cannot put that book down for the life of me!) and I re-read A Christmas Carol just for the giggly Christmas-feels. I stressed about life while simultaneously abandoning the real world, and I epic-ly failed at giving Christmas presents. I stayed up late unloading my heart on my family and crying (more than once), and I wrote several thousand words in a messy first draft of “Nieo & Star”.
Christmas break was a whirlwind, and sadly included no blogging. I’m back to school now, but we’ll see how it goes. Maybe I’ll be back.
‘What do you mean?’ he said. ‘Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?’ (13)
The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien
(Side note: if you say that quote replacing good morning with merry Christmas, you sound like Scrooge. Just try it.)
Good morning, my good hobbits! And a late merry Christmas, whether you want it or not.