It’s that time of year again. The one where everyone gets together and celebrates, makes merry and has a jolly good time. At least in theory.

Thing is, I don’t “do” Christmas.

I don’t decorate my house, I don’t go to church, I don’t get in the festive spirit and I don’t wish people “Merry Christmas”.

I don’t because I’m not a Christian – and because I feel like a hypocrite for celebrating something that I don’t believe in.

Yes, I know that Christmas is a time to remember family and friends – but hell, what’s wrong with doing that all year round? (I have the same problem with Valentine’s Day). I don’t need Christmas as an excuse to tell my dad I love him, or to buy my mum something because I know she’ll love it. I don’t need a day set aside to make the special people in my life feel special because I try to do that all the time.

So Christmas doesn’t mean a great deal for me – apart from hubby getting a nice long vaccation from work and the chance to do some work on the new house.

So Bah Humbug to the lot of you (and enjoy the vaccation!).

Sporadic blog syndrome for those not familiar with the term.

It’s been a while since my last blog, so, what have I been doing?

Honest answer, not a lot. My writing’s taking second place to tidying and decorating (painting, not christmas) at the moment, and I’m using it to think instead.

I’ve got one short from my nano attempt that I think could be very good, but I need to change the perspective. It’s gonna be a serious re-write, but I think it’ll be worth it.

So, that’s my commitment for next week – rewriting. And painting the living room. (sigh)