As I watched the snow from inside my house today, it seemed like a good day to write a short blog post–my last one for 2018. It also seemed like an even better day for decorating the Christmas tree and wrapping prezzies. Christmas is only a week away and yet I find myself, once again, scrambling to get everything done. Big surprise!
And all the while I’m preparing and thinking Christmas, there’s this nagging urge within me to start writing. Some days are like that, it seems that new ideas are prodding me, begging me to pay attention. Not to mention some stories that have been lurking in the shadows for some years now, following me around like the ghost of Jacob Marley. Oh… but then that would make me Scrooge, wouldn’t it? No, no, no. I’m not feeling like Scrooge today. Perhaps I’m more of a juggler, with several stories still up in the air. I like the thought of being a juggler of new ideas, new stories not yet told.
I always welcome New Year’s, knowing that I’ll able to spend more time writing, and hopefully finishing up some projects I began during the year. Winter is my official time to create. There is just something so new and special about a new year. I find it difficult to describe, and it’s not that I’m even a big fan of winter. Perhaps it’s the sense that, with a brand new year comes brand new hopes and dreams.
Earlier, I found a few very old–like 100 years old–postcards I wanted to share since Christmas and New Year’s are just around the corner.
I love the images on the old postcards, so nostalgic. (Not that I was around back then, but still…..)
Wouldn’t you just love to climb inside this image?
Wishing all my readers a wondrous and magically New Year. I hope to see you all in 2019, and hopefully I’ll continue to find new things to blog about!
Laura Best 
Lee Hiltz
/ December 18, 2018I have a whole scrapbook of very old postcards. At least I think I still do, I haven’t seen them in awhile. I am now wondering just where they are. If I find them I will give some for farther pictures. I used to sit and look at them for hours and wonder what it would have been like to live back then. See you Christmas Eve. xoxo
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Laura Best
/ December 18, 2018Well, this is a coincidence. I have a very good friend who brought her album of postcards to my house, and later when I gave them to her to take back, she wouldn’t take them. They have been here ever since. Perhaps I need to have a discussion with this very good friend of mine. It could be that she’d love to look at her album again. She might be ready to take them back. 😀
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Colline
/ December 18, 2018Old cards are always interesting to look at. The artwork is so different from today’s.
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Laura Best
/ December 19, 2018I love the artwork on the old cards. Absolutely beautiful. Thanks for dropping by Colline. Wishing all good things to you in 2019.
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Darlene
/ December 19, 2018Merry Christmas to you and yours. xo
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Laura Best
/ December 19, 2018Merry Christmas to you, Darlene. Thanks for all your wonderful support. It is greatly appreciated. I know 2019 will see continued success for you and your writing.
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janlcoates
/ December 19, 2018I know what you mean about the New Year – it’s always my most creative time, maybe because I know I’ll be hibernating more than usual. It turns up in my sleep – when I have ideas, they keep me awake! Which I try to see as productive writing/thinking time. Meanwhile, I bought about 100 sheets of scrap booking paper at Frenchy’s today – going to try some collage art in January… Stay warm out there in East Dalhousie, and see you soon!
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Laura Best
/ December 19, 2018Sounds as though you’ll be very busy in the new year. Looking forward to seeing you in 2019. Will be in touch.
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Diane Tibert
/ December 20, 2018I love old postcards, too. They are of simple times. I, too, am roaming around getting things done, thinking about stories that need to be written. I love January for its 31 cold days where I don’t have to do much outside (gardening and such), and I can sit for hours with a cup of tea and write. It’s my way of hibernating.
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