It’s Misty. I know this letter is coming a little late, but since you’re Santa and can make wishes come true, I didn’t think you’d mind too much. I’ve been a very good girl this year. I’ve eaten my vegetables and tried to write something every day and I’ve been kind to the library patrons even when they were acting wacky. I’ve kept my room clean most of the time and I haven’t once skipped work to go shopping. I may have gone a little overboard on the peppermint ice cream this season, but it’s only available for about a month every year.
Okay, well, peppermint ice cream binging aside, I’ve been pretty well-behaved, and there are just a few things I hope to find under the tree this year. First, I’d love some new books. Reading authors I love really revs my writing engine. I’d love to find Aloha From Hell, the new Sandman Slim novel, and Merkabah Rider: Tales of a High Plains Drifter, and Southern Gods. And maybe The Spirit Rebellion, and Geist and okay, yeah, The Deadlands Weird West Players Guide, too. You know, when I was a kid my mom used to worry that my whole Christmas list was nothing but books, but I’m pretty sure that isn’t going away.
Music would be wonderful too. I’d love Muse’s Black Holes and Revelations, and Abney Park’s End of Days. And hey, while we’re at it, could I have Adele’s 21? That girl can sing some heartache.
Okay, those were the easy presents. This next one is a little tougher. If you wouldn’t mind, I could really use some more focus. I’m working on rewriting Kestrel’s Dance, you know, and between family issues and money issues and worries about my college kid, I have trouble finding that zone. You know the place I mean, don’t you? It’s that mental state writers love to reach, where the creativity comes alive, where the words just spill out of my brain and onto the page like paint spilling out of a cup in a toddler’s hand. The story’s in my head, and I’m trying to squeeze it out, I am. The words, though, they run and hide from me, laughing at how hard I hunt for them. I’ve tried counting, but they just giggle. I’ve tried threatening, but they hunker down and won’t be moved. People are asking me where the next book is, and when I try to explain that it’s stuck somewhere between my head and the paper, they look at me a little weirdly. So a little tighter focus in the new year would be a remarkable present, just enough to draw the words out and help me trap them on the page where they belong.
And here’s the other thing I’d like most…I’d love to see all my Magical Words friends achieve all the successes they dream of. This one’s pretty huge, I know, and if it’s too big to wrap or you’ve run out of gift bags, I’ll understand.
Merry Christmas, Santa. There’ll be some homemade cookies in the living room, so help yourself. And thanks.