I hate Christmas because it’s eye-twitching expensive. Mostly we spend it in the car or feeling bloated from greed. I don’t eat meat and honestly, I don’t reallydrink either, so the prospect of Christmas does not fill me with fluffy tinsel covered unicorns of joy. When I think of Christmas I think of the Grinch and smirk.
But Halloween, I don’t just like, I love it. Andnot forits real purpose ofrememberingthe dead, or its meaningful roots derived fromIrish mythologyand Christianity, but because it’s filled with the weird and wonderful.
Halloween isthe one time of the year when judgement stops and everyone is free. Ugly masks and unusual make up suddenly become acceptable, celebrated even. Fancy dress is no longer an oddity served with a raised bushyeyebrow, it’s compulsory.
Halloween has never been scary to me, but the writing business is and so is the publishing industry. 2017 is…
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