I didn't blog once during November as I focused all my writing energies on NaNoWriMo, and seeing if I was up to the amount of daily writing that it would take for me to become a writer full time. Well, quantity I can do. Quality, not so much, but its all about practice. I enjoyed doing it, and hopefully I can keep motivating myself.
An odd side effect is that now I no longer know what to do with my free time if I am not writing!
Anyway, December in all its glory is now here, and I am both looking forward to and dreading Christmas in pretty much equal measure. Its only a week until I have my hand surgery, and while I know that its not a big deal - its only hand-surgery after all, not heart surgery - I am pretty anxious about it, and can't keep my mind off it. 6 weeks in a cast also does not sound like fun over the holiday period.
Still, I get 2 weeks paid off work over Christmas, so that's good.
But things I am most concerned about are thusly:
- ASD Daughters getting more and more hyped up, with no space or time to calm down. Meltdown City, if last year is anything to go by
- parents coming to visit for Christmas for first time. this will add to point above, and put wife in same category. She likes my parents, but this is pressure!
- Operation going badly, leaving me less able over the period.
now I love Christmas, and everything that goes with it (other than drunk drivers and office parties) and normally I don't stress about anything like this. I just relax and enjoy it, letting the good old Christmas spirit take over, but in recent weeks, wife has declare her theory that ASD people love Christmas because they are programmed to from childhood, with everything reinforcing how wonderful Christmas should be, and we are effectively forced to love it, meaning that a bad Christmas to NTs is an absolute disaster to NNTs, and that maybe if we thought for ourselves, we would see that Christmas wasn't that great.
And I was gutted! She didn't use those exact words, but I followed through on her train of thought, and it made me sad and a little angry that she was telling me that I only like Christmas because people have told me to, and because my brain is abnormal. It really hurt, but I couldn't tell or show her that because I felt it would only reinforce my abnormality.
It hurt, and it made me sad, and it only reinforces the feeling I have that wife and I are drifting apart, but that's a blog for another day.
Right now I have presents to wrap, cards to write and a family Christmas to prepare for.