After Christmas Run-around.

That really is the perfect name for this time of year - "The after-Christmas run-around." I've been in every store in the mall, ever store in the local plazas, every store with horrible parking, every store ONLINE and still I'm not done recovering from the holiday. And, what is worse, it is not over! There is still midnight tonight and all the horror that comes with it... dirty kitchen full of party foods and broken glasses... I shudder at the thought.

The part that really gets me is the epic fit of inspiration I was thrown into last night. I was pacing in the dark (trying to calm down after a hard day, not plotting any murders, promise) when dark thoughts about consumerism turned to brilliant ideas. I grabbed for the recorder I use to tape lectures - no way was I turning lights on to write stuff down and ruin the moment. And of course the batteries were dead. On top of all this horror, I haven't had a moment to actually sit down and write my ideas down. I can't wait for tomorrow when the season is all truly over so I have a moment.

Until then, my brain is jumping around like a kid goat on a trampoline. Stories SO GOOD have to be put on paper! The more it fleshes out in my head the more I wish I had a word document all set up to add my thoughts too. But now I'm venting on Blogger to you all, just minutes before leaving my house again.

And because of this, I caution you all not to talk to me today as I prepare for the New Year. I really am the Scrooge of New Year's Day. Bah Humbug to it, I say! I'd much rather be hunched over at my desk in my chilly room counting my words.

So to all the writers out there suffering through cleaning, shopping, cooking, hosting... I feel for you. May 2012 be a year full of millions of perfect words. And may the world not end. There is always that.