A critique group friend said casually at our meeting this morning, "I hope we can meet again before I leave on the 22nd."
I just as casually replied, "Oh, are you leaving for Thanksgiving?"
"Kristen, Thanksgiving was last week."
Uggh. Mentally, I have missed a whole holiday. This month has been busy, for sure. I participated in PiBoIdMo, I interviewed and got a part-time job (go, me!), we've had to juggle some family issues, I've had meetings out the patootey, we're doing some home remodeling, and yes, I do recall cooking a turkey on Thanksgiving. With Christmas in the headlights, and not a sole present purchased to date, I can feel my heart race into next year.
BUT I promised myself today that I would not let my writing suffer. I have at least two great ideas from PiBoIdMo, and several good ones that may, with tender attention, blossom into great ones. (And a bucket of oh-my-gosh-what-was-I-drinking-that-night ideas that are best not mentioned here.)
So, I wish all of you happy writing as you try to get through the season. Ask the kids to watch Rudolph one more time while you work on that Thanksgiving turkey of a story.