Anyway on to the actual story. I have a slight....okay, more then slight obsession with Vermont farmhouses. I blame it on Grace Livingston Hill novels and White Christmas. And I was swooning on and on about how I wanted an Old-Fashioned Christmas in a Vermont farmhouse. So Melody says, "Well I can't give you an actual Christmas in a Vermont farmhouse, but you can give your imagination one. Go write a story about it." So I decided to stick our family (with some adjustments) into a Vermont farmhouse and give them an Old-Fashioned Christmas. It is currently titled, Christmas In Vermont, very unoriginal, but I haven't thought of a better one. Half the kids are married, the Triplets (I turned myself into triplets, 2 girls, 1 boy, and based one of the girls off of my real life twin who is actually 3 years older then me and not related to me by blood), are home from Dublin for Christmas, and another sister is home from Korea for Christmas bringing a guy home with her. Oh, and it's an Irish family. So basically, it's just this big family having a wonderful Christmas and sharing the love, joy and faith that the Season always fosters in me.
It is 11:05 on November 1st, and I wrote 3,753 words throughout the day while canning applesauce. I am fairly proud of myself. I am also very tired which is why this is probably the most rambling, ridiculous post I have ever written and I can't believe I am actually going to to hit publish. But I wanted to post about it and nothing sensible is coming out of my brain right now.
An inspirational pin from my storyboard.