A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Hundred-Twenty-Seven

I took a few days break, at the moment, from the play.  First, I need to look at it with somewhat fresher eyes, and I know that taking a bit of time off will help, and I am wanting to focus on preparing for Christmas with my fiance.  Though I am Jewish, her love for the holiday makes it something special that I am glad to share in, despite it feeling a bit awkward to me, if I am honest. 

Most of the work I did today was actually for a project I am keeping secret for her as a surprise.  I think that, if I can do what I am planning, it will be really great, and I am very excited at the work I've accomplished so far.  For obvious reasons, I don't want to get into the specifics, but it is something that I think will make her smile, and that is really the point.

Anyhow, I am focusing on that project, and while I don't wish to get into specifics, I will say that I am doing something quite different than my usual work which comes from a different angle.  It is really just play, at this point, and I think that is a very valuable thing.  This is not to dismiss it as having value, indeed it has a great deal  of value as a product, as it is a gift that I am making with love.  So, in many ways, I am free to just have fun doing a thing that I would not otherwise do, I don't think.

I don't have a great deal to say about it at the moment, though I might share the output at some point down the line.  For now, though, I am going to call it early so that I can attempt to get a bit more work done.  Apologies for the short entries this week, but the holidays are quite hectic, and it has been rather difficult this week to focus on work with so much going on, and so many distractions.

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