Same goes for my Christmas letter. Every year I think of a million different things I will put in the letter. I have to restrain myself from starting it in the fall because I'm a little superstitious, and I think fate will think I'm thumbing my nose at it if I get ready for Christmas so far in advance.
Then it's go time. Cards are purchased. Pictures are ordered. The keyboard is dusted. Word is a blank page waiting to be filled. And I can't think of a single thing to write. This year feels particularly bad and I can't help but wonder if it's daily blogging that's killing my creativity? Is writing what I'm thinking every single day draining my well of wit?
Cuz, my Christmas letter is pretty darn good. Funny and brilliant, even. The kind of letter that makes people smile and wish they had Beagles.
I will work on it today at lunch. Or tomorrow. Tomorrow for sure....