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Crap, It’s Christmas

I’m not usually a Bah Humbug kind of girl, but this year I’m in a bit of a funk.

Maybe it’s a year of politics that has me wishing for a third party. Or no party.

Maybe it’s a year of “#metoo” and realizing that I think life is more like “who hasn’t?”

Maybe as I’ve gotten older and realized that what I actually want to do when I grow up is become a (real/paid/famous) writer and that means I am trying to reorganize and prioritize my life and activities so there is time every day for writing (breathing out) and reading (breathing in), and adding in a few dozen extra tasks between Thanksgiving (which we hosted for 37 people) and Christmas Eve (when we host 19 people) is making me stressed and anxious and feeling selfish and guilty all at the same time.

Maybe it’s because trying to be a real writer means that for the last six months I’ve actually approached agents, publishers, writing residency and fellowship programs and started getting my first rejection letters, which I am told is the badge of every successful writer. Just for the record, these badges feel crappy. And totally do NOT go with my outfit.

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