
I'm sitting here, filling out my Holiday Cards (Santa on the beach) and I realized this year I haven't gotten my normal number of cards thus far. Typically by now I've gotten a nice pile, I hang them in the blinds of our window. By Christmas day I have enough to cover two full windows.
I think I've gotten four. And they've mostly been photo cards of peoples kids. (FYI people who do photo cards, I can't put them in my blinds, they don't hook over nicely. So please adjust for next year. Thank you.)
Asking around the donut factory, we haven't gotten the normal amount here either. Strange. Maybe in this downtrodden economy, this is one way people are cutting back? Not sure.
Anyway - last night while doing dishes for the Big Guy (we take turns, it was his turn, but he's been really busy with work and teaching lessons and gigging and what not, so I just did them. And I wasn't a snotface about it either.) I came up with a great new plot for my next book. Now I need to just finish up Alice Gets A Bunion, and flush out this plot, so I can jump in.
Don't tell the Big Guy though, he may try to use this against me and encourage me to do more dishes.




