Fiorella is trilled to announce to you that her Christmas sonnet has been commended by at least seventy readers so far, and that's just from one source. A couple of her other friends, mostly from her RWA group have also spread the word, as have friends and (she hopes) relatives. Hmm...maybe it's time to put her sonnets together in a book--if your girl can find them all. She's been sonnetting ever since high school.
What does one do in the break between Christmas and New Years? Your girl looks her bedroom and studio over to see how what she can improve on or add too, vows to finish off her current project (the parlor), and makes plans for future projects. Yep, you can't keep an ol' celebrator down.
The sad thing about Christmas Past is that now Fiorella has to take down her decorations--the tons of holly and mistletoe she cut out of paper this year, the sprinkling of old cards taped on the wall for remembrance and refrence, the jingle bells and felt stockings from years past.
There isn't much that Fio can do with January's staggering old man and naked baby so she'll have to concentrate on completing the romance she's been working on lo, these many years, and then there are those other books she wrote that never made it to a publisher. Maybe now that most of her belongings are out of storage, she can bite her teeth into them both.
WOW! Your girl suddenly realized she'll never be bored this year because she'll have languages to recover and a piano to relearn!
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