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Getting in Your Face About the Holidays by Julie

TODAY’S BREW: Breakfast Blend. It’s December!

By Julie

Thanksgiving was great. Busy as hell and totally not busy at the same time. Never made it to the freezing cold parade, which is a big deal here in America’s Hometown, but me and the boys went to the Lego store to celebrate Ben getting an Academic Excellence award and Sam just being awesome. Had gourmet grilled cheese, listened to Christmas songs and were generally goofy together. And having everyone together for Turkey Day was lovely. We truly were all able to forget all of our troubles just be happy together with Gramma and Grandpa. It was fantastic to hang out the entire day at home on Black Friday and even have Tim home until noon. That has NEVER happened. Then the kids and I blew off the rest of the weekend at book stores, toy stores, the park, an awesome off-season drive down to Cape Cod and watching movies. Perfect.

Now, CHRISTMAS.

First off, if you’re one of those ball-busting I can’t wait until it’s all over folks, good for you. Don’t ruin it for everyone else. Take a kid’s name off the tree at the mall, buy the kid a coat and a toy and shhhhhhut up. Nobody WANTS to be miserable…. make an effort not to be. This isn’t me being preachy, this is me demanding a good time.

My demands of having a good time get me in trouble. For instance, we are poor. Still buying Christmas presents though. Still adopting a kid or two for charity. Still bring the kids out because it makes them happy. Still got a tutu for Penny Watson’s Holiday Book Bash this weekend in Needham, MA. Because screw it. This was the hardest year of my life, and that’s saying something. I don’t generally say I had a bad DAY even, let alone a bad year, but hay-zoos, I’m not in denial. Regardless, bad circumstances won’t determine my future, and they sure as hell won’t determine my present. I live like I’m on a constant sitcom that may turn into a tragedy at any second. But it’s never dull and I’ve accomplished something by living through it some days. And at the end of that day I still am surrounded by lots of love.

When you’re aggravated about shopping, snow, your bank account and all the things you don’t have, remember the things you do have and the things you could make happen. Remember what Christmas means to YOU. If it means nothing, change it. Make everything mean something. What else are you doing here?

(I don’t mean you, Greg. What are you doing here?)

In the meantime, come drink with Kristen and I and 40 other authors this Saturday if you’re in town.

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Not A Thankfulness Blog

TODAY’S BREW: Eggnog. Yeah, I drink eggnog.

By Julie

I don’t read most of those thankfulness posts. I’ll put that right out there. I love Thanksgiving for a lot of reasons, but I am a huge proponent of being thankful every damn day.

Did you know that if you write down one thing you’re thankful for every night before you go to sleep you not only sleep better, but you live longer? I KNOW, RIGHT?

And I think it’s never too early to start asking your kids what they’re thankful for. I do this every night with Bennett, and it’s one of our favorite things to do. Sam, the three year old, is a little more apt to be thankful for say, “I want cheese crackers!” but I like to have the language kicking around, you know?

But I’m not here to be preachy. I AM HERE TO LIST SEVERAL THINGS THAT PLEASE ME ABOUT TURKEY DAY.

  1. TURKEY. So much of it. All the dark meat. I will hiss at anyone who comes near the dark meat.
  2. THE MACY’S THANKSGIVING DAY PARADE. If you didn’t watch this growing up, you are not ‘Murican.
  3. MIMOSAS. They start at dawn and finish around BLAHAHAHA REMEMBER THAT TIME MR. BELVEDERE FELL DOWN THE STAIRS OH MY GOD WHAT DAY IS THIS?!
  4. PAJAMAS. Never gonna stop.
  5. KIDS AND HUSBAND IN PAJAMAS. Because it is best enjoyed together.
  6. PIE.
  7. THERE IS NOWHERE ELSE YOU COULD POSSIBLY HAVE TO BE, I.E. WORK ON THIS DAY OF ALL DAYS.
  8. TURKEY SANDWICHES.
  9. WATCHING YOUR EXTENDED FAMILY MAKE A MESS. NOT AT YOUR HOUSE. Whatever, if you say, “but Julie, your house is already a mess.” You don’t know me!
  10. LITTLE KID THANKSGIVING PILGRIM AND INDIAN OUTFITS AND HAND TURKEYS. You’re not human if you don’t love that shit.

I look greatly forward, also to another Hutchings Family Event. There are a couple this year, but the one I look forward to most is at Tim’s Uncle Mike’s house. Things that you may see at one of these events include:

  1. A SPONGE HOLDER CERAMIC FROG SMOKING A CIGAR.
  2. BLOOD ON THE SUGAR CONTAINER. None of us knows why.
  3. SAID UNCLE IN A THREE PIECE SUIT WITH A POCKET WATCH.
  4. MORE BEER THAN FOOD, BUT PROBABLY NOT.
  5. THE POSSIBLE ABANDONMENT OF ANY HUSBAND BY THEIR WIVES IN THE WEE HOURS. This happens. I have not done it, but we’ve only been married 12 years.

There will also be incredible smells, and great amounts of laughs and kids playing, and hugging and it makes me the happiest ever.

 

Tell me, folks, tell me not what you are thankful for, but tell me what you’re looking forward to this Thanksgiving. I look forward to my husband having a forced day off. Now, you. GO, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

Obligatory Thankfulness Post: AKA Pat Yourself on the Back

TODAY’S BREW: Mimosas! It’s Thanksgiving, baby!

 

I love Thanksgiving.  Huge fan of turkey, as big a fan of stuffing.  I love watching the Macy’s parade on tv over several mimosas with the kids.  It always happened at my house growing up, minus the mimosas.  For someone who doesn’t love football, and that is how you know Kristen isn’t writing this post, I like the sound of it in the background.  It means the people I love are with me.  Granted, I would like to know that over the sounds of say, a decent movie, or Duck Dynasty, but I will take what I can get.

I will not bore with you with my thankfulness for my family and shelter and food, blah blah blah.  (But I am thankful for those things, and make a point of saying it every day.)

I am thankful TO BE A GOOD WRITER.

There, I said it!  Writers have a really bad habit of self-doubting.  I get it, your imagination and uniqueness is out in the open for all to see and reject.  Case in point, if you put it out there to begin with for people to see, you are already a good writer!  You already love your own work enough to think someone else will.  Chances are, you’re right.  Remember in school when they would tell you to ask the dumb question because someone else will have the same question and is too afraid to ask it?  It’s like that, but with writing.

I am thankful that I know the difference between my best work and my worst.  I am thankful that I have good grammar.  I am thankful for ideas that are completely mine, whether they be based in popular culture or not.  I am thankful that I can envision a character and create a world for them.  I am thankful that I can stick out a story until the end, and never give up on it.  I am thankful to have an amazing writing partner and a husband that encourage and support me and tell me the truth.  Which I often ignore, granted.  I am thankful that even though I have completed my first novel, I am not afraid to make revisions on it to make it stronger, not because anyone said it was weak, but because I think it makes it better. Just me.  I am incredibly thankful to have the time to write.  It’s that simple.

Most of all, I am thankful that I need to write.  This is what makes me a good writer, the need I have for it.  I am willing to bet, it is what makes you a good writer, too.  I need to express myself on paper, yes good old-fashioned, tree-killing paper, or the whole world suffers.  I am so thankful that I have been given a gift like this, that I recognize and act on.

Having written all my life, like many of us, once again, I never really thought it was anything all that special.  It came to me so easily.  When I told the first person on the outside that I was writing a novel, my assistant manager at one unnamed lingerie retail store, she was in shock.  She said she didn’t have the imagination to even be able to read something like Running Home, let alone write it.  My way of thanking her for helping me realize that I had a talent was by making her a character.  She asked to be a bitch, and boy do I deliver.  Enjoy, Jenn, I will post an excerpt with you in it.

My point is, be thankful that you have an ability to even want to put your words on paper!  Don’t wait for anyone else to tell you that you are a good writer.  YOU ARE A GOOD WRITER BECAUSE YOU WRITE.  So there.

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