I have decided not to become all emotional and weepy while writing this post, like I did when I wrote the Bibliophilic Blather anniversary piece a few months ago. Thank goodness Blogger is not Skype.
This is wholeheartedly against type. You see, I am the one who cries at the end of every Christmas movie, be it Ebenezer Scrooge sending a goose to the Cratchit family, Clarence getting his wings, or the entire Peanuts gang yelling “Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown!”
This predisposition to “leaking,” as Jim Carrey’s Grinch calls it, is a time-honored trait handed down to me from my mother, who, at around the same age as me, was known to cry at the proverbial drop of a hat. Even at Hallmark commercials.
By the way, have you seen the one with the soldier opening the Peanuts book and hearing his child read for the first time? That one took me awhile to get over.
So, I will simply wish you a very happy holiday season and focus on what I hope for you in the new year.
In 2012, I hope all of you experience the joy of creativity, whether it is a book, blog, painting, song, dance, gardening, fantastic meal, or home-remodeling project.
For the writers, I wish you sales, of course, but even more than that, I hope someone will truly recognize your talent and let you know about it. Good reviews and feedback are the best gifts authors can receive.
For readers, I hope you find a book this year that will blow your mind and expand it in ways you never thought possible.
Thank you, dear ones, for spending time with me. Thank you readers, followers, faithful commenters, lurkers and Flash Fiction Friday contributors. I treasure you all.
Drat. ((grabs a tissue))
See you in the New Year. I am going to take some time off to hang out with my family, so my next post will be on January 4, 2012.