When I was a tween, I always wanted books (and occasionally, records) for Christmas. All my girlfriends asked for makeup and clothes and shoes, but I wanted books. So my parents did their best to accommodate me, resulting in lots of rectangular packages under the tree every year. Most of the time my requests were easy to find, since back then you went to real-live bookstores if you wanted to buy books, so sometime around midday on Christmas I’d be found on the floor of the living room, next to the Christmas tree, already engrossed in whatever book I’d chosen from the pile. In later years I’d be in my room, listening to my new record with my nose in the book, but you get the point.
This year was no exception. I’d listed a bunch of books on my Amazon wishlist, and several of them found their way to me. Hooray! The book that pleased me most, though, came from my beloved husband. It’s the Tim Powers bibliography Secret Histories deluxe edition! Subterranean had put it on sale right before the holidays began, so it was actually affordable. And I spent all day after Christmas (well, once I’d driven home from my parents’ house through snow falling all over South Carolina!) reclining on my sofa, reading about Tim’s process through each and every one of his books.
I haven’t finished it yet, so you can probably guess where I’ll be today. I hope you’re all able to relax a little through this holiday time, no matter which one you celebrate. I wish you great inspiration and lots of writing energy, and I look forward, in the new year, to seeing some of your names on the shelf next to all of ours. Happy New Year, y’all!