I hope you have all been consuming unhealthy quantities of holiday sugar.
In Victorialand, I have a new electronic minion. Meet Judas, the Kindle.
He was my Christmas present because I have been told by the powers that be that trying to haul dozens of books around Europe while constantly amassing more would not be compatible with a semi-nomadic lifestyle.
Judas’s primary purpose is to read the 23456754 classics that I have decided I should read both for grad school prep and for my general betterment.
In other news, upon completion of my family’s annual Christmas Eve reading of “Twas the Night Before Christmas” my mother ended the poem and then uttered the following line:
“And then Santa got high on some psychedelic reindeer piss.”
I will allow a moment for that to sink in.
It is all because of northern Swedes known for wearing big red coats and raising reindeer who feed mostly hallucinogenic mushrooms. The men then drink the urine. Their homes also have holes in the roofs, and they descend into them that way. So. Yeah. That probably doesn’t make the above statement any less odd.
I’ve gone back and forth on doing “Best of” posts, and in the end I decided not to. I couldn’t narrow anything down, and just ended up playing solitaire and text twist, as I do when any important decisions are involved.
If you want to see my favorite books of the year, head over to my Goodreads page and look at the 5 star reads :)
Then there are the “Looking Forward” posts, which I find just as hard because every time I think “Oh it’s almost 2011” by brain makes this odd SQUEE sound and I have to reboot with cookies. So the forward-looking posts resulted in the same lack of productivity.
In the end, I leave you with this.
2010 has been an incredible year, complete with highs and lows. I spent the entire first half of 2010 doing edits for THE NEAR WITCH. I spent the entire second half recovering from those edits, and writing the next book. I made some trips, I changed agents,
And the next time I post, lovelies, it will be 2011 (aka THE YEAR OF THE WITCH…I so did not just make that up. I swear. It’s a statistic or something, so it MUST be right).
*SQUEE. COOKIE. REBOOT*