The Orphan Christmas

We're planning an Orphan Christmas this Saturday, for the friends that can't go home. We're thinking tapas and a hike and maybe listening to some carols. Love, Actually may be watched. Oh, I sincerely hope so. And there's going to be festivities, maybe a Secret Santa. Spiced cider, a crockpot full. On December 26th, I have off from my day job, and I've always wanted to go to the Getty Villa, so I got tickets to check it out on my day off. It will be nice to see the ocean, to be over where the air is clear. Not that it isn't clean here, but you can always see that delicious smog when you're out of it, and I want none of that. None.

A story, did I mention this? Was a Finalist/Honorable Mention in a short story contest. It'll be in the Winter 2012 issue of Copper Nickel. I'll post a link when it becomes available.

I finished another draft of the ISK novel. It's young-adult-ish.

How boring. To talk about drafts being finished. It doesn't really mean anything, does it?

Ba-bump. Ba-bump.

Tiny Furniture is now on netflix. I got through half of it last night, and then fell asleep. Not to say it was boring. I plan on watching the other half tonight. Tomorrow.

Soon.

Other than that, traffic is a breeze the days before Christmas. Los Angeles is dead. Only thirty minutes today. In the morning, that doesn't happen. Not at eight anyway. Not usually.