The zombie novel is getting there Vi. My counts for the year: 80k of short story, 40k of novel. A little less than I expected, but still respectable. Your cake-tabulous Christmas Eve sounds delightful. Our day is DEEPLY chill. Making Mexican food for tomorrow, T busy with sopapilla cheesecake, me busy with white chili (chicken and green chilies). I think our meals today will be plopping random crap on chips for ersatz nachos.
And tonight, we’ll build the cats’ Christmas present—a cat tower—and watch Elf. I’ll video call my daughter to read ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas. Then we’ll snuggle up and wait for Santa (not a euphemism).
So, thanks for all the cookies Sara, and for the use of your name in the zombie novel. Thanks for all the fine words and excellent stories this year Violet. Thanks for more fine words and the occasional brewing of coffee, Ape. Thanks for the insane technicolor cartoon nightmares Ping. Thanks for the bear stories James. Thanks for the updates on your life and parents, Gill - my heart goes out to you for all your caretaking. And thanks for your artistic work in dance and theater and words, Larry. Thanks for being friends and colleagues and comrades in writing, Red, Roland, Elizabeth, Elyse, Sugarcube, and, last but never least, Bill, the Original Rumpilator, who gave us this oasis (and others) so many years ago.
Merry Christmas everyone!