Or, if you prefer to read the story:
Contest winner is M.E. Lyle for his humorous story, A Late Christmas Dinner. Enjoy his interview!
So, tell us a little bit about the piece you wrote, A Late Christmas Dinner, for this contest.
A Late Christmas Dinner was inspired a few years back and based, very loosely, on real events. Of course the story has been greatly exaggerated. What good are imaginations if we can’t use them?
What else do you generally write?
I generally write light humor, tinted with a bit of romance. I enjoy making readers smile. I also tend to use a lot of dialogue. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not. I do very little poetry.
How long have you been writing? What inspired you to start?
I’ve been writing since 2007. My early writings are terrible, filled with punctuation errors, and verb confusion messes. I tend to use present tense when I should be using past tense. I need to go back someday and clean those messes up, but there are so many, and I am so lazy. I was inspired by Lucy Maud Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables. It’s always been a favorite.
Tell us a little bit about your hopes and dreams as a creative.
My hope is to live long enough to create something worthwhile. Most of what I write is pretty silly.
Where else can we find you and your work?
My work is posted only on WritersCafe.
Are you on WritersCafe? I have a contest called Best of 2016 that runs ’till January 13th. For this one, the members get to vote on the top finalists.
Would like to wish everyone a Merry and Magical Christmas! Stay safe and warm!
On many level, Christmas has always been my favorite time of the year.
What about you? What makes this time of the year special for you?
Gratitude: “the quality or feeling of being grateful or thankful.”
A step further…grateful is being “warmly or deeply appreciative of kindness or benefits received.”
What about you? What are you grateful for?
What a year this has been for me and my family. Packing and moving from NC all the way up to ND…talk about a culture (and weather!) shock. Christmas was quiet for us as it was just us (all the family’s back east). It felt strange. Even my 12-year old son commented on how it really didn’t feel like Christmas this year even though there was nearly two-feet of snow on the ground. We’re still settling in , and adjusting to our new life. These things just don’t happen over night.
Need to keep reminding myself of that.
I’m not one for resolutions. They never really worked for me. My only goals for the coming new year are:
That’s it. Simple is always better. Anything else would be gravy.
What about you? Have any specific (or general) goals for 2016?
Happy New Year!
*Here’s one of my favorite poems by Lord Alfred Tennyson called “The Death of the Old Year”:
Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,
And the winter winds are wearily sighing:
Toll ye the church bell sad and slow,
And tread softly and speak low,
For the old year lies a-dying.
Old year you must not die;
You came to us so readily,
You lived with us so steadily,
Old year you shall not die.
He lieth still: he doth not move:
He will not see the dawn of day.
He hath no other life above.
He gave me a friend and a true truelove
And the New-year will take ’em away.
Old year you must not go;
So long you have been with us,
Such joy as you have seen with us,
Old year, you shall not go.
He froth’d his bumpers to the brim;
A jollier year we shall not see.
But tho’ his eyes are waxing dim,
And tho’ his foes speak ill of him,
He was a friend to me.
Old year, you shall not die;
We did so laugh and cry with you,
I’ve half a mind to die with you,
Old year, if you must die.
He was full of joke and jest,
But all his merry quips are o’er.
To see him die across the waste
His son and heir doth ride post-haste,
But he’ll be dead before.
Every one for his own.
The night is starry and cold, my friend,
And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend,
Comes up to take his own.
How hard he breathes! over the snow
I heard just now the crowing cock.
The shadows flicker to and fro:
The cricket chirps: the light burns low:
‘Tis nearly twelve o’clock.
Shake hands, before you die.
Old year, we’ll dearly rue for you:
What is it we can do for you?
Speak out before you die.
His face is growing sharp and thin.
Alack! our friend is gone,
Close up his eyes: tie up his chin:
Step from the corpse, and let him in
That standeth there alone,
And waiteth at the door.
There’s a new foot on the floor, my friend,
And a new face at the door, my friend,
A new face at the door.
It’s hard to believe that it is that time of the year again. Not sure about you, but I’ve yet to start my wrapping. Yikes.
Since the rest of this week will be on the crazy side, I just wanted to wish you all a very Merry Christmas!