My New Man Bill

I had a great Christmas. I had to work Christmas eve, but I was off Christmas. My husband bought a lot of presents for The Girl and me, then tried to tell us we didn't have any money left for us to buy him any presents, but he didn't fool me. We have plastic. That's the American way, isn't it? I had to do my part to keep the economy growing, didn't I?

My favorite presents are a musical jewelry box and a big stuffed teddy bear. That's right, a giant stuffed teddy bear. He's big and floppy and cuddly. I named him Bill DeBerre. I was a little disappointed in my jewelry box. It played Somewhere Over the Rainbow. Not a bad song, but basically it says I hate it here and can't wait to get the hell out of here, so I had to come up with alternate lyrics.


I write my little novel,
All the time.

I write my little novel
All day and then all night.



And boy is that the truth. I don't think I ever stop thinking about Sassafras. Mom is really helping polish it up. It might actually be publishable when we get done with it. I already have the sequel plotted out in my mind, but I have been too busy working on the first one to get any writing done on the sequel. The only time I was able to forget about Sassafras was Christmas eve when my niece came up. She brought her laptop, and let me read the novel she is writing. She's writing a fantasy novel, where she is the main character, and it's really good. I loved her story so much I couldn't concentrate on my story. It was very irritating trying to work on my story when I kept getting sidetracked wondering what was going to happen next in her story. So if you're reading this Linda, you better stop reading this and start writing because I want to know what happens to you next, okay?