K.T. Davies

Long time no post (no change there then).

Since I last got out the quill and scribbled you a missive, I have writted a short postette on, The Girl’s Guide to Surviving the Apocalypse site. http://apocalypsegirlsguide.blogspot.com/p/apocalypse-articles.html (Armour up!) I’ve done some work on my second epic fantasy novel in an, as yet, unnamed series (The Red Knight being the first). I’ve also started writing a Verne inspired story, which has all been very jolly.
I’ve got some bones of my epic fantasy down — I already need to change a lot of things, but what I’ve written is useful as it all adds to the background. I think it’s important to write out bits of story that won’t get anywhere near the final cut, but that I know are there… or it might just be a total waste of life. Who can say? It’s just how I roll baby.
So then: Christmas. ‘Tis the time when tradition dictates that we roast a pair of rollerskates, pray to Sirius, and sacrifice felt pens to the holy desk monster…Just my family then?

In truth, I really rather like Christmas, or Yuletide, Festivus/Mcflurrytime — whatever you care to call this particular Midwinter feasting time, by Jingo I likes it.
I (like many others) loved Christmas when I was a kid, however, in my wild yoof it became merely an excuse to get outrageously drunk. Eventually I hunted and gathered a perfectly splendid partner, dragged him off to my cave and spawned, and then Christmas became all magical and sparkly again.

We eat goose, illuminate the ‘hood with shiny (but tasteful for a given value thereof) lights, and get all loved–up, cooking and making ‘stuff’ together. It’s the one time of year when we can lock the door on the world for a couple of weeks and do all those things we don’t do enough of. We play games, watch family TV, and of course, read and write and this year play all the Skyrim in the world without feeling like a zombie at work because there is no work, Huzzah!

Whatever your ‘thing’ is, I hope you get the chance to do lots of it this Christmas. Except killing. None of that, y’hear me? Yes Grandmother, I mean you too.

Peace, love, and Funmas y’all x.