The 12 Blogs of Christmas - Blog One

And so the 12 Blogs of Christmas begins with Ellen Chauvet, a writer from Vancouver, who is currently participating in the Kindle Scout process with her first novel When Darkness Falls. Ellen blogged about something that has been a part of so many of our Christmases, the poem 'A Visit from St. Nick', which many of us know as ' 'Twas the night before Christmas' by Clement C. Moore.

I had originally suggested that I might be snarky when I discussed the things that I'm least grateful for in the writing world as we count down to Christmas via these blog posts. But after reading Ellen's great blog post, I can't muster a lot of snark. The lesson from Clement C. Moore's story is an important one.

Sometimes writers (and clearly academics) can take themselves too seriously. I spent a lot of years pretending I liked (and understood) dense and high-minded literary endeavors in the hopes of being accepted into the serious world of literary fiction. I did the same in academia. In the end, neither of them were a fit for me, but I still haven't lost some of the feelings of constraint and need to be highly regarded associated with both worlds. I wish we as writers could all relax a bit. Moore's story highlights the importance of riffing as a writer and is a great reminder that you never know what is going to go big. My goal in the New Year will be to riff and play more and worry less about what people think of me (famous last words). Follow Ellen's link below to read more about Moore.

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
Composed by Clement C. Moore

When Martin Crosbie invited me to participate in the 12 blogs of Christmas I immediately said yes. I've always treasured Christmas and the opportunity to share my love of Clement Moore's 'A Visit from St. Nick' poem appealed to me. After several hours of research, the following is what I gleaned. Follow the link to read the rest of the post:

Ellen Chauvet lives in Vancouver, Canada, where long months of rain are particularly conducive to writing dark stories.