And all through the house,
Everyone was cleaning,
Except for Casey, who took a break to write a blog post.
Really, I have done a bit of cleaning. I also went shopping with my mother, who needed to get a chicken. For Christmas lunch, not a live chicken. It’s the first time I’ve ever been shopping on Christmas Eve, and I’m not planning to do it again anytime soon.
Caught between Christmas lunches, get togethers, break ups and celebrations, it’s really no wonder that I don’t get anything done this time of year.
I have been diving into my character’s motives, though. Every situation they get into, I need to know why. Even if they don’t.
But this time of year is more about cleaning the house, eating too much food, giving people presents and (attempting) to play cricket with my family. I’m really bad at cricket… or any sport that involves a ball.
I am also reminded of my favourite Christmas myth. In Iceland, there is a creature called the Jólakötturinn. Because I can’t pronounce that, I shall henceforth refer to it as it’s more common name, the Yule Cat. It’s basically a giant demonic cat that will eat you if you don’t get given new clothes for Christmas. So no more complaining if you only get socks. At least you won’t get eaten by a demonic cat. I love this myth purely because it sounds quite ridiculous. (I don’t live in Iceland, though, so I’m not too worried.) Perhaps one day the cat will make an appearance in one of my books.
Although I would love to delve into more strange Christmas folklore, it’s time for me to get back to cleaning. So for those who celebrate, have a fantastic day tomorrow. For those who don’t, have a fantastic day tomorrow anyway.