
I don't know what's wrong with me, I really don't. Honestly, one post in December? That's supposed to be a blog?
I could give you excuses -- doing a final polish on Supernatural: The Unholy Cause, going into heavy revision mode with Stillwater, awaiting editorial notes on my new Star Wars novel, helping out my friend with his screenplay...but really, is this the season for lame excuses?
No. It's the season to hang out with family, watch Bad Santa and Shane Black action movies and get messed up on spiced rum and bourbon. It's the time of year to make lists (best songs, best books, best movies) and wander down Ninth Avenue with your hands in your pockets and feel grateful for all the good things that have come our way.
Of course we always need to keep working. Keep writing. Keep useful.
So tell you what. Go download some great free Christmas mashups and write a few thousand word on your work in progress. Then have a party. Invite everybody. Get kissed. Take pictures.
What's the best thing that happened to you this year?

