No, Not Another Lump of Coal...
This year, all I want for Christmas is to be able to write for one week straight without having to deal with the rest of the world. That includes working for a living, of course. Bills. Holiday colds. That sort of thing.
I admit it, when someone says the word Holiday, I usually think of even less time to write. It's not that I'm not grateful for friends and family and parties, I'd just like for the rest of the world to reconsider. To think that there should be a holiday from holidays. At least for writers.
Or bring back patronage. It worked for artists a ways back. It could work for writers.
And with the publishing houses investing less in marketing and promotion and expecting more and more of writers including conventions, blogging, Facebook and, yes, the dreaded twittering- when do we get time to write? Are any of the rest of you social networked to death? I just learned about LinkedIn. Or something like that. Very helpful to writers, I was told. I admit, I covered my ears while the informant was talking.
So next year, we have to have a new holiday for writers, where all we have to do is write. No cards to send out- just time to write.
What a present that would be!