Hey, guys and gals, the holidays are upon us, a wonderful and blessed time of year. Like so many American businesses, the writing industry generally experiences a lull this time of year. People grab vacation time and the flu in fairly generous amounts. Hopefully, not together.
So, you've sent in your Golden Heart entries, you're polishing finals from other contests or utilizing feedback from other contests, and you're a little itchy about taking time off. Putting your feet up. Relaxing. Sipping eggnog. Munching cookies meant for Santa.
Don't be. Even God rested on the seventh day. If you feel you must work to stay ahead of the game, polish your entries and manuscripts like Grandma polished silver, seeing every extra word and exclamation point as removable tarnish. Snip, cut, and chop like celery for stuffing. Garnish with strong settings and unforgettable characters.
Very little new stuff gets done in publishing in December. Kind of like the whole Chinese New Year thing. Business goes on, but big decisions are generally held off for the new year, when evryone is back on board.
So enjoy this time, this gift of December. Relish the beauty and sanctity of a Bethlehem night, of angels in the desert, of peace and good will toward men. Read Max Lucado's A Crippled Lamb to a group of children, or one child. Perfect perspective.
January comes soon enough. Bless your family and your friends with your presence to the fullest extent of the word.
And bless you all for stoppin' in, seein' us gals in Seekerville. We've decorated the tree, laid out the manger, and the leastun's are earning bits of yarn and straw to make the Baby's bed softer by their good deeds.
We're blessed to have you and I only wish I could ladle you up some punch and feed you tiramisu. Good stuff.
And I've managed to make myself very hungry, but then what doesn't?????