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First of all, Merry Christmas/Happy Yule/whatevs. Enjoy your holiday whatever it might be. I've got some some snow and stuff to share tomorrow, but for now, just you know Happy whatever. Today Yuletide stories went live. I wrote a small Yuletide Madness story, and loaded it to the archive about 20 minutes before cut-off. Bringing my count of Yuletide stories to 3. Two full 1000+stories and one small 400 something word story. I've very excited. And I cannot even tell you how happy it made me to find not one, but two Yuletide stories waiting for me when things went live. And both of them were Little Red Riding Hood stories. (Yes, I requested Little Red Riding Hood fiction. Don't judge me.) If you want to check them out (although the servers on the archive might still be slow) you can do so here: The Path of Thorns and Ever the Right to Spring. Seriously, check them out. Although I'll warn you that their both a little graphic/violent. (But it wouldn't be Little Red Riding Hood if they weren't.) If you're one of the authors that wrote for me: I cannot say thank you enough. I'm very happy with both my stories, they made wonderful early Christmas presents. :) Two small challenge day recaps: Tuesday - Admitted my love for a really stupid commercial. It's the one for the LG phone and projector where the woman says at the end, "the man said ta-da". I don't know why, but it makes me giggle every time, even when I know it's coming. It's like the "it goes ding when there's stuff" Doctor Who quote. I can never get enough of it. Wednesday - I stayed up super late to work on a pinch hit story. If you saw my tweets from last night, you'll know that I was working on probably the weirdest thing I've ever written in my life. But it was awesome, and I hope my Yuletide recipient likes it. Tags: 365 challenge, christmas, writing Current Location: United States, Edwardsville, KS Current Mood: awake Current Music: Sara Bareilles - Winter Song (with Ingrid Michaelson) | Powered by Last.fm
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Christmas Eve supper with the family was lovely. I love them. I love our stories. How we torture one another with embarrassment. How we keep secrets (badly) from one another. How we pretend certain things aren't happening when they are (so far, this doesn't sound good, but honestly, it is). I love how we laugh, uncontrollably. How we care, without reservation, about one another, despite our differences. Now I am at my sister's house. She is off to her partner's parents' place for their Christmas Eve event. I am listening to music and dancing. All that I can think of is how Johnny says that we build our community on the dance floor. It makes me feel okay somehow, that it's okay that I am so different from my family, chosen and otherwise. This has got to be my new Christmas Eve tradition. Dance party: ( more dance party action behind the cut..warning, weird mix )
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