Daddy and Turtle, Christmas Eve Eve 2011
Twas a quiet holiday season here in the remote backwoods of Pennsylvania. Last Wednesday, Drew Williams came for his annual holiday visit. Kelli Owen stopped by as well, and the three of us stayed up late drinking and talking about books, writing and all the other things that writers seem to inevitably talk about when they get together. It was nice and peaceful.
My oldest son, David, was visiting his mother this year, but Turtle and I stayed up Christmas Eve Eve — just the two of us. Santa came to Daddy’s house Christmas Eve morning. After that, me, Turtle, and my ex-wife visited with my parents for the day. It was nice and peaceful.
Kelli Owen and Drew Williams
I spent Christmas Day alone in a quiet house filled only with the sounds of my fingers on the laptop’s keyboard and the occasional tick from the coffee pot. Got a huge chunk of The Lost Level completed, as well as first drafts of scripts for The Last Zombie: Neverland issues #4 and 5. It was nice and peaceful.
Long-time readers know that I’m a big believer in reinvention. 2012 will be the year of the hermit. According to R.E.M., the Mayans, and a bunch of people online, 2012 is the end of the world as we know it. I don’t know about you, but I feel fine. Things are nice and peaceful.
I spent Christmas alone and writing, too, after spending Christmas Eve Day with my girls. It was peaceful and quiet for me, too. Nice post, man.
It sounds like it was the holiday gift you needed. Many good things to come Brian. For one and all.
Glad to hear you had a good time with your son and a nice quiet Holiday! Neat picture.
You deserve it, Brian. Totally deserve it. Happy Holidays, sir.
What a great picture of you and Turtle!
Bless you and yours, buddy,
Troy
Turtle? I guess I’m too new of a reader to know what his other name is.
I’m also sicker than a gd dog for the fourth time in six months. Fine is the last thing I feel.
Anyway, I can’t talk about Christmas without mentioning that it’s the first year, since the year 2000, that my daughter recognized the holiday by doing the gift exchange part of it.
Her dad was ‘lost’ in Tower 1 on September 11, 2001 and, for some reason that I obviously don’t understand, my daughter was not able to recognize any holidays until they found that damn fool, Osama bin Laden. Excuse my language, but I don’t think he deserves a better description than that.
So this Christmas is the first one that part of my family has even observed with the gathering and gift exchange.
It was quiet compared to the ones we had when he was here, b/c Christmas was one of his favorite holidays, Easter being his other favorite.
I’ve been spending my days since the 23rd of December in bed reading ‘Ghost Walk.’
I don’t know how you do it, but everybody in your books seem really close to each other when they’re friends, and it makes me want to read more.
And that joke about how the fire chief spends most of his time…that made me laugh so hard I went into another coughing attack. But it was worth it, b/c the image was funny.
2011 was my Year of the Hermit, although not by choice. Still, it did help get my life into perspective. I think it will do the same for you. Just remember: nothing in the hermit handbook says you can’t visit friends. They help, too.