Today's question: You spot Santa at the mall, climb onto his lap, and whisper that you've been a good boy or girl in his ear. What do you want Santa to bring you this year?
Santa and I have a sketchy history that started when I discovered my Lite Brite was from either a flea market or yard sale.With that non-repressible memory in mind, I don't trust any arrangement we would have.
That doesn't mean a girl can't have wishes, and believe you me, I gots them. If realism, money, and time weren't a factor, I'd ask Santa to bring me the following things:
- A winning Powerball ticket with a large take. I don't want to go out and buy it, he should be able to get it for me. Since I don't have a stocking, he could place it in my sneaker, so I'd see it.
- The ability to do the day job part-time. Because let's face it: I use this place to pay for bills, but I'm not a fan. If I could be here for only 20 hours a week, I could use those other 20 hours for me and the researching/editing/writing that I squeeze in at night.
- The ability for my apartment to behave like the TARDIS. Between hubby's comics and graphic novels, my books, and our joint DVD collection, we really need something that's larger on the inside.
- A new critique group. One where I'm not the youngest person and where everyone has the same goal of publication.
- One month. One month where I don't need to see anyone, be responsible, or do anything besides all things writing.
- Non-weight gain inducing cupcakes. All flavors. All sizes. I want to be able to eat a cupcake and get all the nutritional benefits from, say, an apple.
If you could ask for anything this Christmas, what would it be?
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