BAH! HUMBUG!
So the world didn't end. Again. What a surprise. I could have predicted that. First of
all the world won't end with rapture, fire and brimstone, and any other
Hollywood pyrotechnics. It'll be with a slow whimper.
I'm a Grinch; the whole month of December is nothing but
stress, cheesy supermarket music, and way too few daylight hours to me. I cope
by batting down the hatches and trying to ignore the whole thing as much as
possible.
The only decoration I have is this crocheted snowflake—a
gift from Jo Myles. In lieu of tree, it hangs from my Dalek's plunger arm.
No wonder last years Christmas short—the one in Winter Warmers—ended up sort of
melancholy. I was battling the flu and fleeing Mariachi music when I started
writing it. No holiday short this year, although the second story in Dead in L.A. ends at Christmas time. I was battling a wee bit of anxiety at
the time of writing, and did my best to channel it into Jon's character. If you
have it, use it. Am I right?
On the brighter side of things: winter solstice was on
Friday, and from here on the days are getting longer.
You have more decorations than I do! :)
ReplyDeleteHeh, mariachi music would've been better than the bad reggae Christmas music that was playing at the Thai restaurant I had lunch at yesterday...
It's good to know I'm not the only one. I spend the entire month of December trying to avoid places that play music. You have my sympathies.
DeleteI thought I was safe going to a Thai restaurant! :)
ReplyDeleteYou're not safe anywhere in December. I wish restaurants didn't play music at all. I mean, what are the chances all customer will like exactly that type of music?
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