Posted on December 19 2018
Welcome back everyone! Here is where we stand right now:
It's 12:22 AM on December 19th, 2018, with six days to go until Christmas and I've made nary a dent in my to do pile. I've also started using words like 'nary'. Whether I want to admit it or not, I've already started mentally scrolling through the list of to do’s to find the projects that might be negotiable while trying to calculate how many hours I actually have to sleep over the next week or so. Unfortunately for me, it’s more than I’d like.
If you guys read the blog post from last week you know that I started an advent calendar for Ashley and my friend, Ana, which is a short story that I send a part of every day during the month. This project has become my primary point of concern but while I love the story I grossly underestimated the amount of time it would take me to write. Why I thought this would be a good December project, I have no idea. I needed to do this in a month where absolutely nothing else is going on even though I’m not entirely sure what month that is. The other day I briefly toyed with the idea of moving Christmas up ten days and finishing the story with a quick “and they all lived happily ever after” but Ana quickly put her heel right in that. Both Ashley and Ana say they love the story and really think I’m onto something publish worthy but I’m still over here thinking, “nah, you’re just saying that because you love me.” Imposter syndrome is a real thing guys. I wouldn’t believe that anyone reads this blog if you all didn’t come up and tell me at shows that you do. Even then, I’m a little sceptical.
Regardless of the chaos, December is my favourite maker time. I think it has to do with the fact that as a season we’re all making things as a collective. A lot of people will remark at the consumerism and, yeah, I will agree we definitely need to do better about spending excessively and unnecessarily, accumulating things we don’t need and encouraging other people to do the same thing. I definitely know that I spend a lot of time around now thinking about presents and hoping that the gifts that I’ve chosen are an adequate representation of my love and affection. It’s usually followed by a last-minute shopping spree while thinking, “I really love you more than this, please believe meeee!!!”