For the last few days, being taken up with all the preparations for Christmas, I have been elbow deep in flour making pastry for sausage rolls etc, knee deep in wrapping paper, and up to my eyes in tree decorations, which has not left very much of me free to write. I have been inwardly bemoaning the necessities of Christmas preparations taking me away from my keyboard, and given that I have been itching to carry on with both blog and novel, it has all been a bit frustrating and I have even found myself on the odd occasion, looking forward to an end to all this festive stuff – I know, I know, ‘Bah Humbug!’ I hear you cry – so that I can put the metaphorical pen to the virtual paper once again.
That is until it occurred to me this morning that actually, all the preparations, time consuming, and enjoyable as they are, have been anything but a hindrance to the creative spirit. For although I have had little time to do other than change the occasional word here and there in my novel, dot the odd ‘i’ and cross the errant ‘t’, my mind, whilst being overtaken with the practical, has been off on a wonderful flight of fancy and I find that I have garnered quite a few new ideas. Suddenly my protagonists have taken on a new dimension and the plot does indeed thicken. I am really excited now, and have made use of my Kindle to jot down notes and ideas as they have come to me and I realise that far from being a hindrance to the creative need, the Spirit of Christmas has actually proved to be my Muse.
I wish you all a very Happy Christmas, whatever your faith, and a peaceful and productive New Year and as a famous literary small boy once said ‘ God Bless us all, everyone!’