In the last month, the year has come and gone. Unbelievable.

As a "writer" (chuckle, chuckle), I've done less writing, more running around like a chicken with my head cut off. Yes, that's very cliche of me. But, it completely feels appropriate, especially with the headaches that the Holiday Season tends to bring about. *So much so that I might have wished I had my head cut off* I've also given birth to more plot bunnies than is possible to conceive into writing.

My poor, ignored, older plot...