First off, sorry for the long break. I could give you some excuse that sounds legit, but I honestly didn’t know what my next post would be about.
So here I am, candles ablaze and a Hallmark Christmas movie playing in the background.
OK, so I’m usually a big critic when it comes to movies and acting and what-not. Except for when it comes to Christmas movies for some odd reason. There are some good ones with higher profiles with experience. But then there are the big handful that are just suuuper cheesy.. and in the best way! I can sit and watch the Hallmark channel all day and not get tired of the (sometimes) hilariously terrible acting.
Why is that?
Hmmmm… maybe because during the holiday’s we’re all about family and giving and being thankful… and maybe even a little Christmas magic. We want to believe in miracles and happily ever afters. Especially us women. And there’s nothing wrong with that. We’re given compassion, and that little voice in the back of our minds called our concience. So these cheesy Christmas movies show us some of what we long to see in the world. Some Christmas magic, if you will.
So much nowadays is about material items. The next new expensive electronic device we can get our hands on, or the hottest clothes of the season. When did the holidays become more about recieveing than giving? Why not give without expecting anything in return? Why not give to someone you don’t know, or give to that person you see holding up a sign on the corner of the off ramp a little more than you usually do? Or maybe you don’t give normally because you say “I don’t have much either, I’m broke.” Well I can guarantee that you have more than that person if you have access to this blog. If you have a car to drive passed them or a bike even. Believe me, I understand what it means to pinch pennies and not know when you’ll have money to pay for bills. But I can also guarantee that you will shine a little light in their lives.. put a little hope back into their hearts that someone, among the constant passerbys cares. Sometimes the smallest things can change your life. Sometimes that small thing is a smile, or a hug.
OK, that rant is over with, onto talking about my next book!
I’ve finished my first novel in the series I’m writing. Aaaand now I’m writing book numero dos. Sometimes I think I need to get published before I start the next one. But then I think, eh why not start? All these ideas jumble in my head and if I don’t get them down on paper, I just become this crazy person living in another world and in constant daydreams. Seriously, guys, I honestly think that in order to be a writer.. you have to be a little.. out there. I mean, I narrate my day in my head sometimes. I imagine my characters in their daily routines and think about what they might do in a situation. In the middle of the night, when I get an idea and I don’t have my notebook or phone by the bed (and I’m too lazy to get up from my warm cloud of blankets) I repeat the idea over and over in my head until I fall asleep so I don’t forget it. Yeah.. maybe I’m a little “out there”. But I’d prefer to be called a writer, or an artist.
It’s no fun to think in the box all the time.
Merry Christmas and happy holidays!