All I Want For Christmas . . .

Dear Santa,

You’re totally rad and all that jazz! Now let’s get down to business. 

Here’s what I want for Christmas:

1. Self-realization: I’d like less of it for myself right now (is it possible to be temporarily over-realized? Yes, I made that word up, but since you’re made up, I call it a fair toss), and I want a lot more of it for other people. You know exactly which ones I mean. . .

2. Common courtesy: apply liberally and spread widely.

3. A rewind button, so I can write the stories that I want to write, when they want to be written, and not worry or care at all about what is currently trendy, popular, or potentially likely to be sell-able.  I’ve been writing what I want up until now, but lately I’ve been feeling like that’s the wrong approach. . .

4. “I want to know what love is. I want you to show me. I want to feel what love is. . .” Not really. Just kidding. I have a dog, and I love him more than most people.

 

5. My previous level of health, which I seriously took for granted, until I no longer had it. Give it back! I’ll guard it and respect it and treasure it forever. I promise!

6. To finish the current WIP and lay this trilogy to rest in a way that makes me feel equal parts joy and grief.

7. A job that doesn’t destroy any part of either my heart or soul. Is that even possible?

8. “I want money, lots and lots of money. I want the pie in the sky. . . “ Drat! I thought the lyrics went: I want to fly in the sky. Now I’m SERIOUSLY disappointed after looking them up online. What in the heck is a pie in the sky, and what good is it doing me up there? A pie should be by my coffee or tea mug and nowhere else, not to mention my strong preference for flying over pie. ALSO: I’d rather have books than money. . . “I want new books, lots and lots of new books. I want to fly through the sky!”

9. A year’s supply of caffeinated beverages.

10. And a harmonica (no explanation required).

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