Dear Santa,
I’m too old to believe in you, yet I persist because of Pascal’s wager (“But what if Santa really exists? I have nothing to lose”.)
I’ve been good — within reason. I admit overindulging in coffee and sweets, often at the same time, and sometimes I get cranky. But my cats think I’m a good person, and I think my husband does. I hope that counts for something.
I have a list. It will make sense to you if I first explain: I am a writer, and to say I’m unknown is perhaps an understatement of exponential proportions. My Christmas list will reflect this. So there will be no choo-choo trains or dollies on this list.
Enough. Here is my Christmas list:
- The secret to getting followers on social media (for someone who wants to do it themselves)
- A readership for my novels, particularly Gaia’s Hands (which is nearer to my heart than the Kringle books, to be honest.)
- Inspiration to write on the three partially-written books I have on this computer
- The courage to publish another book (the one that Gaia’s Hands is the prequel for)
- Lots of good coffee
It might be a lot to ask, but I figure I have to be honest about my situation to someone.
Love, Lauren
Words Like Me 