I got the results of the writing contest from the NYC Midnight people, and I didn’t move on. I was prepared for scathing comments and disappointment, but it wasn’t what happened. Only the top 10 in each group go on to the next round, and I was Honourable Mention #3, so essentially 13th out of 50. I can live with that. Three judges give their feedback, both positive and negative. All three judges liked one sentence in the story – if you read it, it’s where I say “It’s just me grandma, no more renters to scare.” They all said that told a lot of backstory. They all also said they needed some closure on whether her ghost moves on or continues to skulk around in the old house. To that I say: who has time in 250 words? Besides, it’s written in first person, and my character sure as hell doesn’t know!
Christmas is nearly here again, so we spent the afternoon trudging around the mall, losing each other, standing in lines. It snowed last night so it looks like a Hallmark card outside, but the reality is it also rained, so the pretty snow is actually a four inch high pile of slush. I’m already done with winter and it hasn’t officially started yet. God, I’m such a baby about the cold! I want afternoon temperatures to be at least 15 C every day, accompanied by a glimpse of sun at the bare minimum. Slush and 3 C can kiss my ass. I heard the average temperature on earth’s surface is 15 C, so it’s not like I’m asking for special treatment. Where I live the average temperature for the year is just below 10 C, so it tends to be a little more chilly (and damp) than the global mean. I guess I could always find a hotter place to move, but I don’t really want to.
Tonight, the latest flavour of Covid, Omicron, has postponed all the hockey games I was hoping to watch. My Canucks have won six in a row, so I was looking forward to them playing. The evolution of Covid seems to be that it’s finding ways to become more transmissible yet less lethal. Omicron does only about 10% of the damage to the lungs that previous variants did, so less people are dying and fewer are even getting sick. Maybe it will evolve into a seasonal cold that will stay with us from here on? Who wasn’t hoping for more illnesses to enjoy?
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Merry Christmas! Enjoy the season as much as possible. Soon we begin the slow march back toward warmth and light.