Yes, I mean the Christmas movie Elf with Will Farrell and yes it is April.  The end of April no less.

I’ve been trying so hard to be grown up and serious about my writing career and to post blogs of consequence that I forgot why I started writing to begin with. My heart and soul love life, and I find wonder everywhere I look; the other residents of this world, however, seem to be less enchanted than I am. That is why I so enjoy the company of children.  They also think things are pretty cool, like Star Wars and Superman.

A series of unfortunate events dampened my spirits during the holidays last year, a feeling that has haunted me like a nagging toothache ever since. Until tonight. I was flipping channels and discovered the movie Elf playing out of season. The timing couldn’t be better.  Society may be a terrible place where a bomb can sabotage a happy holiday tradition like the Boston Marathon, but I can feel the same excitement I have always felt when I hear Christmas music and see the beautiful decorations.  I can create my own escape.  I can’t wait to write and write and write.

Maybe I can finally finish the book I was writing during NaNoWriMo that stalled out at Thanksgiving.