Willow's winter plumage is in full swing now. She looks like that poison-spitting dinosaur from Jurassic Park.
Well here we are then, on what feels like the gritty, slimy chaotic decline into Christmas, a period of gluttony and debt and hypocr- Oh hold on, too goth? Yeah, I went a bit too goth there didn't I?
It didn't matter to me that I hadn't been signed by Random House or Penguin Books. I'd achieved something. I'd accomplished something, and it was truly from my heart that this thing came along.
Santa has 1/1000th of a second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on to the next house.