The end of a day.
I hope everyone has had an enjoyable holiday so far. It is falling on midnight here and a well spent day is now behind - filled with visits to family and friends throughout the day. As much as traveling around town was there will always be a nagging draw to find letters under my fingers spelling out words for the next novel. Does that sound selfish?
I do not mean to disrespect the idea my writing overrides family, friends, or even fun for that matter. I just find at odd times there should be a keyboards nearby for the newest thought that struck me. I rarely scribble down what spurred the thought, because I trust in my ever-failing mind to remember such an important thought. Yes I am a fool. Did I hear someone mention using a voice recorder? I won't sing karaoke in an empty room, so finding me with one of those in my hand speaking to myself has even less odds of happening. I am a simplten in the most basic sense.
Back to what I came here for in the first place. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! We have spread the unwrapping of gifts over a three day span. Friday was the traditional one present each at home; followed by a round of visits on Saturday to friends and relatives - spreading out the ripping of wrappers throughout the day. Tomorrow is for immediate family. So, no matter how much fun we have I hope yours is ten times better. I know I will be tired of seeing a sea of festive paper scattered across the living room. Next year I will drape a curtain over a door with a bow on it to "hide" the presents. Save a tree and not wrap a present next year. Either that or a lot of bags under the tree instead of under the eyes while staying up late Christmas eve wrapping the "Santa" gifts.
A fond farewell and good night. Might post another before the end of the year, but I don't then see you all next year!
About the Author
Adam Santo is a SciFi/Fantasy writer who enjoys the quiet moments to write stories. His debut novel, Temperature: Dead and Rising, took the world for a ride they would soon not forget. Santo began plotting out the second paperback novel, Temperature: Bitter Cold, before the ink dried on his first book. Santo continues to write nonstop because he knows there is always a story waiting to get out.