Braved the totally insane crowds yesterday. My God! Every single shopping center in the Metro Atlanta area was a teeming, foaming-at-the-mouth mob of holiday shoppers. Madness and insanity galore. But reasonably jolly insanity, as far as these things go. Didn't see any egregious acts of outrage or temper. We did, however, end up standing in many, many lines.
Prezzie wrapping is 90% done, too.
Watched The Long Kiss Goodnight, a very under-appreciated Christmas action flick starring Geena Davis, while polishing off a bag of moose munch. Then had an extended soak in the hot tub. These nippy temperatures are perfect hot tubbing weather.
Ho ho ho. And the holiday season progresseth.
Up to twelve critiques on the current Critters offering. I've been with this workshop for so long that the majority of the crits I receive are from folks I know--either I've read and critiqued their stuff, or they've critiqued me before, or both. There are a few critters who I keep wondering if it would be better for everyone concerned if I just write them a polite note telling them not to bother critiquing me anymore. It's not that I don't like them or are offended by their comments; it's that they, well, suck as critiquers. For me at least. Maybe they're a font of wisdom for other writers, but the comments they give me (I use too many big words, they don't understand my similes, my sentences are longer than six words, etc.) are utterly worthless.
There's especially this one guy who's copiously published in semi-pro markets (the pays $1 or $5/story, no-circulation-and-no-one's-heard-of-the