It’s the month of my birthday on the 12th and it’s when Christmas comes around. It’s also that magical time of one year ending and another beginning. That’s how I feel about my writing right now. These stories that I’m desperately trying to finish before the end of December and get them published are stories of the old year and many old years before it, and the new year will bring new stories for me to tell. Some of them will be sequels to previous stories but overall they will be new and fresh and exciting. I wonder where my writing will take me as the new year consumes the old.