Santa? Already?
I’ve been struggling recently. Far more than is actually reasonable for my dilemma, if I’m to be honest. I’m meant to be writing a story. It’s for a Secret Santa dealy, and there’s no way I’m backing out on it. Only my victim’s recipient’s request is something I’m so out of my league on.
And here’s where the crazy person in me starts to come into full bloom. I detest giving people gifts I’m not perfectly certain they’ll like. And this prompt doesn’t give me enough to be certain. So I’ve spent the last little while “researching” which really means using my less-than-advanced google-fu to try and find stories my giftee has written to get some idea of what s/he likes. Yes, Internet, I have turned into some sort of demi-stalker.
So I’m about a third of the way into this story now, and I’ve gotta admit, I kind of like it. The story, I mean. Which bodes ill. Because if I like it, there’s every chance it’s entirely wrong for the giftee.
Bugger.