Christmas Past
The tree we've used for the last fifteen years is a six foot artificial fir. It's a fine, thick, robust tree decorated with multi-coloured lights strung up and down the branches, but it's a heavy beast and awkward to haul up and down the basement steps and we almost didn't use it this year. My parents are getting older and, as autumn turned into winter, they started thinking a smaller tree would be more practical so they bought a three-foot table-top tree that they would display in the corner of the living room on my grandmother's old claw-foot end table.When I heard about this change to our family's Christmas tradition, I kept my thoughts to myself. I always loved that tree, but if they wanted a smaller tree that would be easier to manage then I was behind it. (Fortunately,) They ran into a problem as soon as they started trying to decorate it.
Many of the decorations that they had collected over the decades, including heirlooms from my mother and father's childhood, didn't fit on the little tree. There was no room for my father's white cathedral or his little bluebird. My Aunt Norma's 12 Days of Christmas ornaments, cast in pewter, were too big for the branches. And you could forget about trying to hang my sister's "Baby's First Christmas" ball. They conferred and it went straight back to the store where it came from. A few days later, I arrived for one of my regular visits and the old fir was hauled out and decorated to much fanfare and deep appreciation. :)
Writing News
"Conservation": Initial Success?"Cool Water" is now fully outlined in my Feedbooks interface, all five parts. The only change from my previous post about this is that I have opted to drop the prologue, everything else remains the same. I'm excited about this story. After long weeks of struggling with the plot, letting it lie while working on detective fiction, then struggling with it some more, the story feels like it holds together well. It feels like a story I would enjoy reading. In the end that's what a storyteller should aim for, right? Write to entertain your toughest critic: yourself.