Holiday Parties, Work, and Oh yes, I Love My Writing Group!

Every day, another deadline--party present, event, report, something that only I know is essential (no time to explain)--yet, here I sit, willing to devote a few moments to that wonderful thing we call writing.  It is so much more.  I finished the cookbook, but am told it won't arrive in time for Christmas.  Entered two contests... not expecting Santa to deliver the awards.  But it doesn't make me sad; there's nothing like the writing!  I adore those of you who understand, and I love all of you who don't.  Writing is so personal; it's the most intimate part of me.  "The Group" knows.  Merry Christmas to those of you who celebrate it.  I have no choice.  I will bake the cookies and wrap the gifts, but mostly, I will cherish every smile I catch, every knowing look that passes between us--friends, family, and yes, the nature around us--let's celebrate this gift we call life!  Joy.