As soon as I submit final grades for the semester, I hunker down and write. Seriously write. Six-hour-a-day writing, the kind that makes my heart want to explode, it feels so good. My favorite place to write is on the plane to and from France. The in-flight movies are either terrible or I've seen them (or both), so I pull out my laptop--and then my notebook when the laptop dies--and type/hand write several chapters over the Atlantic.
When we're in Paris, my eight-year-old son keeps his daily blog, which he dictates to me. That means I'll have little time to even log into my own blog. So if I don't make an appearance over the next few weeks, it's not because I'm not writing.
Have a great holiday break, teachers, students, and colleagues.
Oh, and if you don't want to fight the crowds at the mall:
Song of the Orange Moons makes a great little holiday gift (hard back OR on Kindle) for friends and family!
