I don't have anything fabulous to tell you, any news that will change the world at all. Nope. Not a single thing.
What I do have is the constant motion that moves each day forward no matter what.
A week from today is Christmas Eve. That's pretty amazing. Today is my kindergarteners' Christmas program at school. I love going to those.
But to be honest, it's been a really quiet month. All my Costco book signings were cancelled and for the first time since Alvor was released, I have a whole month without a single signing. So weird.
I'll be getting into the schools starting January, and I really am pumped about the coming writer's conferences.
But the most action I've seen for myself in the writing world is me writing and literally dreaming that something wonderful happens someday.
I've been lucky enough to spend several of my dreams with my favorite authors. Even editors. You know you're a completely insane writer when you wake up from another dream where a conversation with a famous author has helped you keep going. It's happened to me several times now, and I'm not at all sorry. Even if it makes me crazy, I have had a feeling of peace that comes from the dreamed words of wisdom. And I know I can do it.
Maybe that's the craziest part of all. I know that I can do this. I have no idea how long it will take, but I'm not giving up, so I know someday it will happen.
In the meantime, I really need to make something sweet and fattening if I ever get in the mood to bake. Or in the mood to eat it. Either one.