Oh Christmas...

Sorry, but I've never been a big fan of this day for the past decade or so. I've got my reasons, and their mine. Get your own. This year, however, White Trashmas was so delicious we had to have seconds. Maybe we'll do a White Trashmas in July, too.

On a writing note, I finished the script for the graphic novel on Christmas eve before going to co-workers house and scaring them with weird stories. Nice work, Tony. Nice work.

We begin shooting for the photos for the graphic novel on Saturday.

Until then, with one writing project out of the way until a re-write or anything else is needed, it's back into the novel. My narrator has been sitting aimlessly since the majority of his short fictional life was erased.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to spend my Christmas with fictional characters that I create inside my head.

New Year's can't come quick enough.