Dec. 24th, 2007

I don’t know how or when this happened, but New Year’s Eve is my holiday of deep anxiety. Maybe it was spending so many lame ones around the TV with my parents when I was a teenager and everyone else I knew was out being fabulous. Conversely, though, it may be the legacy of one or two great New Year’s that I have felt a burden to recreate. Either way, despite being a huge believer in magic and serendipity and luck, it is only on New Year’s that I become hideously and mundanely superstitious – whatever you’re doing that night is what the coming year will bring.

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve tried to reason with myself about this. Failing to succeed in renouncing my aggravating spookiness about the day, I’ve begun finding weird, convoluted ways to avoid New Year’s – most notably when I left for Australia on December 30, 2004 and arrived in Sydney on January 1, 2005, leaving December 31st excised by the International Date Line. If such a yearly ritual was plausible in my life, I’d surely go for it.

This year, the impending New Year will also be bringing me places, although in this case, that’s Ohio, which can do me no such favors thanks to international time-telling treaties. It does, however mean that I will get to kiss Patty at the stroke of midnight (barring Greyhound mishaps, fits of sneezing or even sudden death), and that it gives me a delightful literary excuse to bring a basket of goodies with me for her and her family.

You see, Patty and I met through fandom. Specifically, er, writing porn about Ellen Kushner’s Swordspoint. And while I’ve been involved with and have become life-long friends with people I’ve met through fandom before, there’s a certain hilarity factor here that’s hard to explain and mostly involves the fairly surreal reality of our lives here in New York from People We Know to Things I Do. You kids all know I’m a historical and classical fencer by now, right? Seriously, I keep swords by the bed, and this is probably only funny if you’ve read the book (read the book!)

In the most recent of the Riverside books (as the three novels and some short stories set in that universe are known) one character pays a surprise visit to another on New Year’s Eve, thus helping answer a question fans of the novels had been waiting for, for _years_ (this is me trying not to spoil you). He has a basket of goodies in tow, and hence, I’ve decided so will I.

So the New Year is going to bring me, and a basket of cured meats and local cheeses, pear or apple or cranberry champagne from a local winery, cookies and clemintines to Ohio. Lacking in fish and angst and involving modern clothes, transportation and a distinct lack of weapons, it won’t be anything like the book, but it will be exactly like us.

As for the rest of the year, who knows? As much as I love solidity and certitude and am given to prognostication, I have no idea. I could not have possibly guessed at this time last year that my now former roommate would have moved to China, that Patty and I would be both dating and shacking up (this time last year we hadn't even met in person), that I would get a principle role in a major motion picture or that I’d land a book contract. For that matter I couldn’t have possibly guessed my mom would get breast cancer, have surgery and then not need chemo – even when bad things happened in 2007, and they did, they happened well and useful.

I have had in the last year more moments of serendipity, of the truly fictional life, and of hope and absurdity than I could possibly count here. So despite knowing an inordinate amount of details about travel plans and book promotions and client obligations and grand adventures already on the slate for 2008? I’ve got no damn idea what the New Year will bring. And as long as that bus gets me and some delicacies to Ohio in one piece, that’s okay. We’ll work out the rest as we go.

*sigh*

Dec. 24th, 2007 03:17 pm
HPD is coming to inspect the apartment on Wednesday. This is a good thing in the sense that it means are evil management company is being forced to make various repairs. This is a pain in the ass in the sense that, I need to clean the bedroom and it's in the middle of the day. Ah well, it will get me cleaning, and maybe we can schedule getting the living room painted and the peeling bathroom paint fixed.

Also, some guy rang the bell saying he was the downstairs neighbor and locked himself out and wanted to crawl through my bedroom window, onto the fireescape to let himself into his apartment. I felt bad, but I had to say no, as I've never seen the downstairs neighbor before, so I have no idea if that was him or not.

argh!

Dec. 24th, 2007 06:00 pm
Dear Parents,

I get that you get that I am with Patty and that you really like the chocolates her parents sent you for the holidays.

But, like, do you get that that means I'm gay?

And that I'd really, really, really, like to spend Christmas Eve doing something else other than listening to a CNN presidential debate on faith which is really just code for a long discussion on "Do Homosexuals Have Rights?"

*twitch*

*twitch*

*twitch*

Oh, hey, it's a full moon. Well, that's making a lot more sense now.

Yuletide!

Dec. 24th, 2007 09:55 pm
We're up to 1884 stories. 1884! Everyone has a story and people are writing treats now. Can we get up to 2,008? in the remaining two hours?

If you're in Yuletide, go write. I've done three pieces so far!

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