Christmas, you're kind of breathing down my neck.
Seriously, did anyone else notice the overwhelming Santaness descending upon us? I blinked and suddenly it's 10 days away. All this hohohoness and 60 degree weather is making me itchy. Despite my not feeling very Christmasy, I seem to have gone all domestic and I've been making Christmas paraphernalia out of clay. I don't know why. My sister started me on it, and now I'm sort of stuck in a strange Maggie-world that is populated by clay, red paint, and revisions.
Due to my guiltless indulgence of my eccentric desire to buy books for everyone for Christmas (well, everyone I know, not everyone in the world. Let's not get carried away here), I'm practically done with my Christmas shopping. If YOU guys aren't, and want to pick up books, especially books by me, I'll be round:
Fountain Bookstore, Richmond, VA, Dec. 17th (this Wednesday), from 12:30-2:30. I love this bookstore. It looks just like a perfect little hole in the wall indie, cobblestone streets and everything. Those of you who have read LAMENT, this is the street where Dee's first kiss supposedly takes place.
College of William & Mary Bookstore, Williamsburg, VA, Dec 20th (this Saturday), from 10:00-1:00. Yes, again. They like me. And I like them. Because while there I get to play cool tunes with the organizer (also a Celtic music junkie) and they are two seconds away from the candy store from SHIVER, that has amazing candy apples.
I'm noticing, now, that my Santas that I made all look a little mournful. Like they're thinking: "Yes, I'm bringing gifts to children all over the world, brightening their day, and possibly their month or year, by so doing, but at the same time, I'm missing CSI to do it."
And my angel . . . well, she has no eyes yet, so I'll forgive her for a certain amount of disinterest in her expression.
But see, I am doing vaguely artistic things these days, still.