This year was officially 6 weeks long.

Surely that’s true!

Why is it the older I get the shorter the years seem to be? It’s either because I’m packing them with more and more shit to do or it’s some crazy sciencey reason to do with perspective of years or dinosaur DNA. I think it’s dinosaur DNA. Either way, holy shit.

Christmas is around the corner and I’m planning on doing my shopping early this year. And by ‘early’ I mean the week before, and by ‘planning’ I mean probably not. My sister has demanded I don’t shop ‘like most years where you leave it till Christmas Eve Eve and scream at me down the phone about what buy your nephews’. I don’t scream though, I simply speak loudly because I’m usually being trampled to death by herds of rabid parents in a quest to rescue their child’s happiness. On second thought, I probably do scream.

The end of the year has been a crazy one. I’m doing plot rewrites, script rewrites, new outlines and doing my best to get them all done before 2009 waves goodbye. Years are like relationships to me, you should make sure you have all of your problems sorted out with the last one before starting a new one.

Much to Hutch’s annoyance my hope to do regular blog updates was dashed. He’s often telling me to update this thing and, as always, I nod enthusiastically and then get lost in work. There’s a New Year’s resolution right there, don’t do anymore work. No. Do more blog updates. Fingers crossed.

Merry Christmas Shopping everyone. I hope you make it out alive.