Anyway, this past month has been a busy one. I have much to write about and so I should be back to posting like normal soon.

Later we went to Kelly O’Bryan’s for dinner with my family and I feel as if I ate my weight in pachos (they are like French fries covered in cheese and light spice with a honey mustard style dip on the side; they are amazing).  My uncle stopped by while we were eating and had a beer and gave me a warm woollen vest then he left.  Then we went home and they all sang me “Happy Birthday” and I was happy and blew out my candles.  Then we ate the yummy cake.  Then Stephanie and I did more of what we do. It was a great birthday.

Calico Gray used to stand at the centre of the room. His whole childhood he was told how talented he was; how great he will one day be. This made him believe in himself, but also made him lazy. He found his passion in piano and took lessons for a few years then quit because he lost respect for his teacher. With “genius” being the word he most attributed to himself, he set out upon the world… for a few days. Actually, he only got one audition for a fine musical college, but decided he probably wouldn’t learn anything there anyway so he did not show. For the next ten years, Calico would sometimes play piano at the local cafe. His main occupation was talk. He would talk about how amazing the piece he is composing will be, how he will be the worlds best pianist. However, he let dust decorate his keys and left his notebook blank. One night Calico passed out, drunken, in a snow storm. Someone found him and took him inside, but it was too late for his fingers. Now Calico sits in the corner sipping his soup through a straw, wishing he could play piano.

We then had to perform our writings for the class of fourteen people. Jake, our professor, had turned out all the lights and we took turns sitting beneath a single lamp that illuminated only a few feet of the room. It was wonderful!

Reviews and analysis leech my energy. In fact, there is rarely a more striking time when I see how much of a creative writer I am. I will tell you that I do love analysing and critiquing, it is just the manner in which I do it that matters. I prefer conversation, where ideas flow organically so I am not bound to a word on a page. Conversation often has me thinking in ways I may not have otherwise, and has sometimes led me to totally change my opinion; which is something incredible if you know how stubborn I can be. So, I rarely bother writing in such ways.

I will have to think of some format in which I can share my opinions on books, films, music(s), because sometimes I feel as if I must communicate how much I love or hate something.

I hope that you are all having, or have had, a wonderful Christmas! This year’s has been one of my favourites, particularly because I have been home all day; the first Christmas I have ever done so. My family and I slept in, then we took our time opening presents and having mom’s delicious wifesaver for breakfast — our Christmas morning tradition. For the rest of the day we enjoyed our presents and played games. I gave dad Wii Sports Resort and it has been a big hit so far; I am the champion archer of our family, apparently! Then came a large turkey dinner, which mom also made and was equally as wonderful as breakfast. Now we are watching It’s a Wonderful Life in the living room with a fire in the fireplace and the christmas tree sparkling. Anyway, enough writing — a new entry soon, I promise!

Also, my story is progressing yet I have not begun truly writing it! I keep coming up with ideas and if I do not begin this story soon, I may have a whole novel plotted out! Is this a good or bad thing? I don’t know.

Finally, I have changed my banner to celebrate the season. The photograph is of my dog Scout (above ‘Merry’) and me. It was taken whilst Christmas tree hunting last weekend. I will upload the whole roll of photographs and write an entry on it soon!