I hope you've all heard this song, otherwise my title makes no sense and I just sound like a huge Grinch.
I'll be honest. Last year I did not have any Christmas spirit. I had a miscarriage on December 17th, in the middle of Christmas shopping no less, and it ruined the holiday for me. This year I'm trying very hard to recapture the all-out fanatical zeal I once had for the holiday, but so far, between overpriced gifts, crowded stores, and shopping with
It doesn't help that my query stats grow more and more abysmal by the day:
Queries Sent: 47
Requests for Material: 2 partials, 1 full - all rejected
The rest? All big, fat R's
So, in actuality, I couldn't wait to go pick out a Christmas tree. Every year we go to beautiful Maple Row Tree Farm in Easton, CT, and to me it's like getting lost in a fairy tale. There are acres and acres of hills and ponds and trees of every variety, and the fresh air clears my head of all Grinchly thoughts. At least for a while.
I mean, look at it!
So what if we walked around for over an hour and I'm so badly out of shape that it left me sore?
So what if my socks were falling down inside my boots the entire time?
So what if no one wants the book I poured my heart and soul into? I'm writing another one!
For the hour we were there, that was honestly how I felt. And then we get the sucker home, and reality hits.
The stupid needles everywhere! My pain in the ass, Type A husband repositioning the tree thirty thousand times until it's perfectly straight and centered (and insisting I'm a terrible judge of both)! Those stupid, STUPID needles!
And exactly why did I kill a tree and drag into our living room when I could've been writing my neglected WiP instead?
Oh wait. This is why:
I suppose it's all worth it in the end. But yeah, my Christmas spirit still needs a few minor adjustments.
How about you? Are you full of Holiday Cheer, or could you use a jump start? (Or a trip to the tree farm?)