Christmas musing

Submitted by Madeline on Mon, 12/23/2013 - 13:10

This time last year on Christmas I posted a short, little rambling thing about socks and computers. I think. The year before I wrote a "heartwarming" story about a girl whose boyfriend dies in a war or something. I don't know. My fourteen-year-old mind summed that up as a perfect Christmas sob story. I mean, what's not to love/cry over?

But anyway. I won't get into that.

Christmas has crept up on me much the same this year. With a quiet awareness that gets louder and louder as the day approaches. Something about Christmas in and of itself is so exciting, and it's not the prospect of presents that makes it so. I'm looking more forward to giving gifts than I am to opening them (although, let's be fair, both is a lot of fun). I love the Christmas traditions, and the tree, and the beauty of the season. I love the uniting of families. And I love that we actually have something to look forward to after Christmas, because nothing's worse than having Christmas and then--bam--ya got nothin' going on until the new year. Wahhh.

Even with all the stuff that's still partially going on with the site, I can't bring myself to be one of those people that boycotts it. This is my writing home. I don't mind adhering to a few new rules, even if I make my disagreement quite clear. I don't know, I suppose I'm just thankful for this place. And all of its writers. And all of its writing.

When things change, and people grow up, and others grow away, one thing has always been a constant in my life, and that's writing. Music, too, but writing is my foundation in that. Since I was little and decided to write a book in my journal. I can faintly remember making my Mom and Dad write out the first two pages while I dictated. Then I took it over. It was confusing. The illustrations were borderline disturbing. Heh.

Then fourth grade came, and I had a great teacher who really opened up the world of writing to me. I wrote so many things that year, and the feedback was good. I have the folder of all the stuff upstairs. Sometimes I like to flip through it, although the constant use of cliches I learned from those horrible grade-school books make me cringe a bit.

In sixth grade we turned our focus to ISTEP. I wrote my essays from prompts and fiction and occasionally my stuff even got put under the projector for the class to read. Never mind the fact that people weren't so thrilled with the Teachers Pet. I was proud. I loved writing. Then I met Kassady, and I found this site.

Everything changed.

I know that's one of those cliches I had talked about using earlier. I can't help it, though. It's true. I'd never had a site like this before, and it was so exciting to get my writing out there. Oh, and when I got a comment. Yikes. It was like winning the lottery.

It's evolved throughout the years, my writing and the members on this site. I asked to be a monthly after one year and got told not yet--things were getting cleaned up. So I waited. I worked on my writing. And then I asked--and got told yes.

It was so exciting. And the sample I sent in wasn't even good, which is kind of hilarious. I can do a lot better now. It was about an old woman and her husband and it never got past chapter one.

Anyway, the moral is, this site has helped me so much. And it's all because of the people. So, no matter what, this Christmas I find myself thankful for it in addition to other things. And I'm really looking forward to next year. Who knows where my writing will be? Maybe I'll even have something published! If I, you know, finish a book.

Usually you have to do that first. Just so you know.

Author's age when written


I just really love this. Your perspective on things. And because I didn't get to write about this year or Christmas yet. Well, I'M GOING TO DO IT TODAY. You made me laugh, with the last sentence and how it feels to get a comment. I also relate to what you said about never growing older for writing. Yes. I never realized that. Well, thank you for writing about Christmas. Even though this year is going to be very, very quiet for our family, we still have Jesus to celebrate!

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

This was great, especially the ending; it made me smile. :) And the whole thing was a great reminder to me to keep writing. I have a new story idea in my head and hopefully I can get started on it soon.

Wow! It feels like we've been on AP forever!!! I love being apart of the experience and I love that you are a part of my AP experience as well, I would not be on AP right now if it weren't for you!!!
Loved reading this!
Happy holidays and New Years!!! Hope to see you soon!

"Here's looking at you, Kid"
Write On!

Lol, this is cute. I am TOTALLY the teacher's pet. You don't even know. I'm super competitive and a compulsive overachiever, so I think that irritates people sometimes haha. So I definitely got that part. :) I agree with you about the "writing home" bit. A few rules won't change the situation too drastically ;).

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

It's always exciting when you can look back and see how you've grown and changed as a writer. I know most of my pieces on here, though good at the time, would need a lot more work to be brought up to quality.

Formerly Kestrel

I MEANT to comment on this AGES ago, except apparently you posted this on the 23rd, so maybe it's only been a week and a half.

Anyway, this was lovely. You spread just the perfect about of humor through the whole essay. And I totally related. To being a Teacher's Pet, and to that thrill from comments, from my first comment. I remember being so shocked, and so excited. (As I remember, you were one of the first people to comment - just checked, yes you were. I can't tell you how much that meant.) And oh, looking back on writing. Some of that was so forced it makes me want to cringe. xP I'm so glad I'm past that, at least.

May your year be wonderful, and Merry Christmas! (Even if it's a bit late. What else about me is new. xD)

The most astonishing thing about miracles is that they happen.
-G. K. Chesterton

This is really cute and sweet and I love the last line :)

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh