I know, I know – the RWA National Conference is in July. So, why am I getting all het up about packing already?
Because the finalists for the Golden Heart and RITA awards are being announced on March 26th. And I am pretty sure there are some writers who, after jumping up and down, screaming, crying, calling everyone they know
and some they don’t, will suddenly have that dull, ugly lump of dread blooming in their innards: WHAT IN THE WORLD AM I GOING TO WEAR?
Back in the day (1986, to be specific) this finalist/winner wore a chic white cocktail dress she found in a bridal shop, and some very nifty gold-and-black jewelry. The dress is long gone – thank goodness shoulder pads went out of style – but the necklace still lives in my jewelry box, a beloved and respected treasure….
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I must confess: I’ve not been in the holiday spirit AT ALL this month. I’ve been the queen of not enjoying celebration. I dial the radio away from Christmas music. I proposed not having a tree at all this year. It all just seemed too much, too involved, too wearing to contemplate doing it again. And it will all have to be put away at New Year’s and that’s tiring too! Bah, hum-bug! I see other people having a wonderful time, dressing up, handing out presents, making merry, and I just feel sad.
Now, before you get all sad yourself and turn away… at this writing, the tree is up, the stockings are hung, the garland is twined, the wreaths are on the door. I’ve addressed half a dozen cards. I’ve done all my shopping, except for a gift for MyMerman. I even made a batch of Christmas cookies last night and was bad enough to eat them for breakfast this morning….
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