In the spirit of Christmas and the Advent Calendar that has been revamped and re-purposed in myriad ways, I have decided to do one of another sort. Instead of taking one chocolate per day (or wine or whatever goodie is in vogue) or adding one item into a box to donate for a good cause (a very good thing, indeed) I have chosen to send a little love to my favourite blogs.
Now, this is a difficult thing to do as I am only technically allowed to have 24 entries. However. My blog, my choice. There are 31 days in the month of December so, if I feel like it, I can send love to 31 blogs. Or more. I shall see.
I have pondered and thought and come up with a list. It might change as I move forward and remember that I forgot ones that I love because I don’t “see” them that often or whatever. Also, for the purposes of fairness and because I don’t necessarily love one for than another (or maybe I do) – is neither here nor there, I shall list them alphabetically! No favouritism happening here, no siree.
Also, I am not usually a multi-post per day poster but this will happen as there are challenges I like to participate in and, who knows? I may get inspired by other stuff. And the next Advent posts won’t ramble on like this one either 😉
As mentioned in my title, I had this wonderful lightbulb moment at like 2:30-3:00 pm. And I had to leave at 3:30 for work. And, ironically, it is now 3:30 am and I got home from work a mere half-hour ago.
Day 1: Addicted to Purple
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields has become more than just a Friday Fictioneer Facilitator to me over the years. She’s become a dear friend. I came to her blog through Sarah Potter (we’ll get to her on another day 😉 ) whom I came to via someone else. This blogosphere is a wonderful place. I don’t even know how or when it moved from writing a 100-word story on Wednesday-Friday to almost daily chats on Messenger to Skype sessions.
Rochelle is a wonderful writer and artist, or is it artist and writer? Even she doesn’t know which should go first. She has the ability, in so few words, to bring to life a person from the past, homing in on that thing that makes them who they are (or were). She blows me away time after time.
I not only read her fantabulous trilogy and accompanying coffee table book but am also lucky enough to be privy to the birth of her next novel.
Lookit that face! What’s not to love?