Taking the Day Off

Gather up your New Year’s Writing Goals for next Monday. We’re posting here to keep track.

Hope everyone’s yesterday was fun.
Mine was.
Got Grinch footed-jammies.
When I was on my LDS mission, a friend used to sing to me, “You’re a mean one, Sister Lynch.”
I loved it.
And I love my jammies.
Plus also, I got Modern Family, Seasons One and Two.

AND I met Kyra’s hot Indian boyfriend’s Mom and Dad.
That was an amazing part of the day.
Why? I had this sort of spiritual experience (I think one might say spiritual–kind of left me frightened and breathless) (I won’t be talking about that, though) and I came to the realization that I can speak to a thousand people, sing in front of a crowd, dance around on a stage, come up with cheesy, semi-dirty writing jokes on the spot, complain endlessly about what I’m working on–but ask me to talk to normal people around a Christmas dinner table and I don’t know what to say.
I sat there, the house filled with babies and parents and even someone who loved The Chosen One (that wasn’t my own family!) and I couldn’t come up with one topic–and this would make Chris happy–so was SILENT.
“How’s the novel going?”
“Got any hopes for the Newbery?”
“Did you do NaNo?”
That’s what I wanted to say.
Three times, people told me about family problems and I couldn’t say anything back.
All I could think was, “Oh, that’s awful. Can I put that in a book?”
At one point I made a pretty funny joke about someone I’d never met before who sat across the table from me (thank GOODNESS she made a grammar mistake I could play off) and everyone burst out laughing. One second later I got the long, slow press of Kyra’s knee into mine that meant Mom, are you kidding me? Shut up!
It’s a terrible thing to realize you’re flawed.

All in all, yesterday was a darned good day.

This morning as I lay in bed thinking about this post, I remembered back to my Santa experience from so many years ago.
Oh, how I love Santa. I love that wishful feeling, that waiting feeling, that hopeful, good, let-it-be-true feeling.
That’s when I realized something else.
All those feelings are exactly why I write.
I like believing.



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4 responses to “Taking the Day Off

  1. Juliette

    I loved this post! And yeah, we’re all flawed, but we like to pretend it’s not so true most of the time and then we’re shocked all over again when some humiliating moment sneaks up and clobbers us. Like yesterday, when I cried like fifteen or twenty times, happy AND sad tears. Crying listening to Christmas tunes, crying holding my adorable niece, crying whenever anyone asked, “Are you okay?” and even crying when I saw a sweet yellow lab walking down the sidewalk (it made me miss MY dog). Um, I get WAY too emotional on Christmas. Why is that? What’s wrong with me??

    • CLW

      You need a new dog that isn’t a thing like your old dog. And guess what? I have the dog for you!
      And I am so glad you get so happy at Christmas time.

  2. Give Hopit my love and tell him to come and see me–I’ll give him some caramels for you. Minkey died, and Pika died, and so all the cat dander is gone. Hey, that’s good for you, too.

    Honestly, I hope this is your favorite year. You should win the Newberry. And go ahead and put it all in a book. Fact is stranger than fiction any day.


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