I'm just spending today being happy and floating about and enjoying the holiday. Not writing. Probably doing some cooking. Definitely hanging out with family. (It's my parents 35th wedding anniversary, so yeah, there should be some confetti for that!)
So basically, all I want to do today is wish you a Happy Christmas, wherever this finds you.
It can seem like a weird thing to say, but honestly, Christmas itself is such a core part of why I'm writing at all.
I believe that stories have the power to change the world, primarily because that Christmas story—a true story, which continues to be told and retold—has done and continues to do exactly that:
Change the world.
By spreading truth. By spreading light. And by spreading hope.
I think that stories are woven into who we are as human beings. That stories can and do shape us. That we are—wildly enough—part of an actual mega-story ourselves.
It's the kind of thing that makes me giddy. But it can also make me just sit in silence, amazed.
A story-making life is such a beautiful one.
I'm acutely aware of the gifts I've been given this year, all year long. One of those gifts is this wonderful little writing blog. It has been so awesome to watch it grow from March til now! And it has given me so much joy to be talking writing with you.
Especially about a healthy writing life, and a ridiculously happy one.
So thanks for being part of my year, and part of my own writing life.
It wouldn't be this bright without all of you!!
Merry Christmas, my lovelies!!
I hope you get lots and lots of books! :)