I’ve heard of Christmas in July, but never August! However, I’ve been dreaming up Christmas stories this week and setting them to simmer in the back of my mind like a pot of spiced cider on the stove. I won’t know which story I’m going to write, or how my muse will interpret the notes I’ve made, until I open the file to write. After all, notes are one thing. Stories are something else altogether. And that’s one reason I love writing: I never know what’s going to happen until it appears on the screen in front of me.
Just like magic!
So, since I’m in a holiday frame of mind, here’s a picture from years gone by, but not of the tree… that would be too easy!
