Hey there, gang -- the party continues today with something pretty special to me. As many of you know, I took part this year in
National Novel Writing Month. It was a wonderful experience and I heartily recommend it to anybody who has utterly lost their mind and wants to write. The short novel I wrote this year was, in fact, a Christmas tale, and it turned into something I really am proud of. It's a short novel, yes, but it's still longer than your standard short story, so I'm going to serialize it for you guys. Come back next Thursday for part two and the week after for the senses-shattering finale! (That's comic book hyperbole for you, gang -- remember that.) This is a fun little story about a guy who hates Christmas and a boy who loves it... and the forces that go to work on them. So please, click on the banner and enjoy...
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taic's journal
“Hey!”
“Credit cards, sweetie.”
“Why are you using the credit cards?”
“Because I’ve got a lot of shopping to do today and I don’t know if I’ll have the cash to cover it all.”
OK, am I the only one who got visions of the intro to The Jetsons, where Jane snatches George's wallet and flies off to the shopping centre? Puh-leaze! Even in the 21st century, Maureen would more likely have her own credit cards and her own set of keys to the family car, therefore bypassing the need to "discuss" this with hubby at all. She'd be out the door and on her way before he knew what was happening.
I'll reserve the rest of my impressions til after I read the whole thing. *smile*
-- territorygal