I wrote a very short piece for Holly Lisle's Winterfest Tale at Forward Motion. That was kind of my little holiday gift to myself -- a short piece of fluff, and don't worry about it. Only 835 words on my part, a little more than 900 with the opening that Holly wrote.
It's cold here. Even all bundled up, I'm still cold. I like the snow, but I wish it wouldn't get quite this cold.
We're drawing closer to New Year's eve and the last writing for the year. It's been a very good year for me, and I'm reluctant to let it go.
But then I wonder what will happen next year... and I can't wait to find out.