Scrapbooks and shopping
Have begun doing Christmas shopping, including Secret Santa for people in my online writing messageboard. This is quite a big deal, not least because we have to write a poem to the recipient. And as the group includes, at a rough guess, about 50 per cent of the top writers in my genre, the bar is set quite high. My defence for writing a crap poem will be having a day job, but as most of them have kids/phenomenal work rates, this is a lame excuse.
Not much else to say. The cat is a bit fed up but OK and makes a big fuss when I go to visit her. I am looking forward to my work deadline being over so that I can actually think about writing. But for now I have been mainly tearing pictures out of magazines and making scrapbooks full of ideas. Play therapy for stressed writers…
Lovely Link of the Day:
I put Secret Santa into Google and all sorts of links pop up - seems there's a mini-industry devoted to this. So instead here's a link to recipes for home-made presents: much nicer (not that I shall be making any of these for my Secret Santa this year).