Snowfall

Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow. We finally got our first snowfall. Winter is here. Last night, I had the pleasure of scraping ice of my windows. I also am tired of lisening to Christmas music, especially when my coworker starts singing along. It is amazing that when I sing with the airport music, no one tells me to stop. I think I am over my cold. I am acting normal again. This afternoon before I sat in my pajamas and robe listening to my music boxes and gazing at my fiber optic tree. It was nice.
Tomorrow I'll put up lights on my wall and work on my Christmas letter. I get things done early on so I can sit back and enjoy the holiday season while everyone else is scrambling to get things done. Someone asked if I was having a family gathering at my apartment this year. Heck no. I have a couch that seats 2, a rocking chair with foot rest, and a lawn chair to sit on. I also have a folding table without chairs (I sit on a step stool). My apartment would be an uncomfortable place to have a party.
My janitor friend came by yesterday and the day before to ask for my autograph. He said he wanted to be first to ask before I become rich and famous from my novel. I am not signing autographs. After my story is actually published, I will be more receptive. My coworkers constant flattery over my novel is starting to become annoying. After the first 3 rave reviews, they begin to sound insincere, especially when they have not read the story. They also say I need to make it into a movie so they don't have to read the book. Another said I should print copies for everyone. Yeah right, my hard work would sit in a closet to gather dust. More tell me to send copies to a bunch a publishers and hit the jackpot with tons of offers. I say one at a time. Another publisher is not likely answer any faster than the first. A former roommate asked for a copy. I am sending a CD with her Christmas package. She is a graphic artist so maybe she can come up with illistration ideas.
I may sound selfish, but I would prefer to be told my story is so good that the reader could not put it down. I'd like that better than that jackpot idea. I guess that is their idea of support. I have not heard from my niece about my story. I hope she likes it. I'll know when she begs for more. That is the best compliment I ever heard. I am out of pondering thoughts. Post later. Bye.