I would like to say I'm very early, but actually I'm very (very) late. The Christmas cards I bought in mid-December didn't make it out of the box, nevermind into the mailbox. I used to pride myself of getting Christmas cards written and in the mail by the first week of December at the latest, but the last few years have made this seem like a far daunting task than it used to be. Besides, with Facebook and email, it's so easy to share - instantly - pictures of Christmas trees, decorations and whatnot that it's very easy to wonder what the point is of the Christmas card.
I like Christmas cards. I like letters. I rarely receive them anymore, and I also rarely write them. I used to be a very good letter writer, got tremendous joy out of writing them. Correspondence is connection of a sort. That is not to say a handwritten letter is better than an email, or a message. But I'm a bit of a romantic and I like the weight of paper, the ink, the stamped envelopes, so physical notes have a particular place in my heart.
This year--I'm writing this 22 hours in to 2017--I decided I would write a few 'welcome to 2017' letters. They're all short, nothing fancy (though I did decide it was a good time to try different colour pens and snazz up the envelopes) - but just a way to kick off the new year with a task I actually enjoy. I am tempted, in fact, to make it a new tradition!
Tomorrow, I start back on story writing in earnest. I took some time over the holiday to look at the plot of my work in progress (Book 3 in my Not Your Average Fairy Tale Series) and so I think I can fire up the engines to get this story back on track and to my editor in a couple month's time.
Happy New Year!