Snow is falling outside my window. I’m wrapped in layers, a blanket over my lap. Nice and snug. I’m working on my historical fiction novella, the tale of two knights’ journey during the Third Crusade. Henry & Stephan are on their way home now. It’s snowing in the mountains. They are in enemy territory in this December of 1192, following on the trail of King Richard the Lionheart. They’ve just had a run-in with Duke Leopold’s soldiers, a diversion to slow their pursuit of the king. Things aren’t looking good, but the king is safely away – for the moment.
Back to December 2012. Here in Manhattan – the Little Apple – there is a popular event on December 31 each year. Rather than the crystal ball drop, we have a “little apple” drop in Aggieville. It draws upwards of 10,000 people, even in years when wind chills have hovered around 0°.
I’ll plan to listen to the fireworks from inside my house, thank you very much.
Happy New Year to one and all. May your 2013 be grand.