The holiday season
I fail to see why the radio stations are so enamored of the song, "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus." The song is only cute from an adult's perspective; from its own narrator's perspective, the child who sings it has no way out of a traumatic discovery. Either way it goes, he's finding out something about his parents that he'd rather not know.
Or maybe I'm over-thinking it.
That is pretty much my only Grinchlike thought at the moment. I'm enjoying the preparations for this holiday season. I like the lights and the decorations and the music (except for the aforementioned song). I like getting in touch with people I may not hear from at other times of year. Even in the face of whatever sadness inevitably finds its way into our lives, I find the holidays comforting rather than harsh.
Family get-togethers can put pressure on people, which means that they can be fertile settings for writers, who need conflict around which to build stories. (I took full advantage of this in the Thanksgiving scene of The Secret Year.) But I hope you all are finding conflict only on the page, and are finding calm and celebration in the real world!