Busiest time of the year.

As Christmas gets closer I find myself with a million things to do, from wrapping presents to cleaning house and preparing for Christmas dinner. Of course my two little tornadoes don't help any as they follow behind and destroy everything I do (including unwrappig the presents and wondering why i get upset). And so once agai I retreat into my own little world for a moment of peace and quiet, well at least for me. The characters in my story are too busy running for their lives to get any of that. My husband says I like to torture them, and I suppose it's true, but what good is a book without conflict.