Someone (and I could probably find out who, and where, with a quick web search) has been credited with saying something to the effect that a writer must write one million words of trash before he (or she) produces anything publishable.

So, since one of my ambitions is to be a publishable writer, here are my million, or at least a start on them. (Word counts provided by wc(1), rounded to the nearest 100.)

Here's a Christmas carol for you. A friend's innocent (or maybe not so innocent) email query, "What ever happened to Olive, the Other Reindeer?" inspired it. So it's her fault, really. (800)

And a bit of noodling about the past life of an Ogre. (1000) (Of course, there's a story behind this tale, too.)

(998200 more to come, someday)

Questions? Comments? Complaints? Let me know...