Merry Christmas!

It was a brilliant Christmas, with excellent gifts on both my mom's part and mine. I got wonderful thigh-high socks and my mom got that new wallet she needed. I got the Rosetta Stone program for Greek, and spent the better part of the afternoon learning Greek. It seems somewhat futile since it'll be ages before I'd be able to go to Greece - and yet it's still tremendously fun. I want learning languages to be part of who I am, and how better to make that come true than learn a language for no particular reason except that it seems fun?

So, I'm quite thrilled about that gift; my mother loved her space-age ant maze, which was a bit random... it's this container filled with blueish goo that ants can tunnel in - the idea is to get an ant colony started and then observe them through the transparent "dirt." There's absolutely no good reason that I got it for her, except that it seemed awesome and interesting, and she'll have enough free time on her hands now that she's quitting teaching to enjoy something as pointless as this.

We went over to Elise's for dinner, where Elise and I spent the evening being goofy and tormenting our parents by playing joke footsie under the table for most of the meal. We're mature like that. I finished my 1000 piece puzzle, which I got at Rite-aid the other day as a Christmas gift to myself; tomorrow I'm going to start tracking Christmas sales, and try and find a low-priced Canon Rebel XT. Time for a camera update, and I'm excited! Oh, and big news - I'm finally writing again! After ages, absolute ages.... well, I did give NaNoWriMo an earnest try, but failed miserably with only about 17,000 words to show for my attempt. I'm not sure whether to say that with sarcasm or not - 17,000 words is more than I've ever put into any other project, and yet it was about 33,000 words short of the 50,000 word goal of NaNoWriMo. A novel is no small beans, I discovered.

What I'm working on now is far short of novel material, but what's important is that I'm being creative again, something I haven't felt in ages with regards to my writing. Even the novel attempt felt stale, and that's why I couldn't bring myself to finish it. So let's hold our breaths for what may eventually turn into something presentable and -hopefully- wonderful!

So, all in all it is a brilliant Christmas. It's wonderful being home, but I'm excited for next year too, wherever I am. I assume I'll be here in sunny, wonderful California, but hey, vediamo - we'll see! Scotland calls...

Labels: christmas, writing

posted by Holly @ 10:01 PM