Before I get to my belated goals for 2024 (hey, I still have almost eleven months left!), I need to review my 2023 goals and how I did with them.
As I mentioned in some former posts, I broke my ankle back in August. I was incapacitated for the next six weeks or so, which should have been good writing time but wasn’t. I’ve found that the brain doesn’t really want to work when the body is busy healing itself.
So I didn’t achieve my 2023 goals completely, but I made good progress.
On the novel front, I’ve finished the first draft of Treadwell House and made one serious editing pass. I plan to start considering what I’m going to do with it shortly. I’d hoped to finish a second novel, but given the delay, I only just started on the second book, which will be the fourth in the Market Center Mysteries series, tentatively titled Unleashed for Murder. I wrote 8,000 words before I had to hang it up for the holidays. It’s now at close to 15,000 words, on its way to being around 75,000.
I did meet my goal of 5 short stories written, though only one of them saw publication last year. My story, “The Other Wedding Crasher” is part of the Malice, Matrimony & Murder anthology, which released last November. Order links here: https://books2read.com/malicebook I did submit a couple of other stories, but have not gotten responses on those as yet.
Due to changes in the audiobooks market, I haven’t been able to do an audio version of A Vampire’s Christmas Carol as I’d hoped. But I did get an older Christmas short story out at the end of November. The Ghosts of Christmas Present was part of an anthology of Christmas romances a couple of years ago. I’m giving it a new launch as a stand-alone. Order links here: https://kmccullough.com/books/short-stories/the-ghosts-of-christmas-present/
Otherwise, I’ve done better with the blogging, though again I had a couple of long breaks this summer. My personal autobiography and family history project are in progress, but not finished.












My youngest daughter has four boys, ranging in age from six to twelve, and they were all here for Christmas. We’d discussed well in advance gift ideas for them, and they all seemed quite pleased with what they received.
They wasted no time in getting to work on their projects. By the time the adults had finished opening presents, the boys were already stationed at the dining room table, deep into taking the kits apart and working with pieces. Their mom brings a set of trays for the projects. The pieces for one kit all have to stay in the assigned tray. It does help control the chaos. The two younger ones needed some adult help with their projects, but not as much as anyone expected. I had to chase them all away when I was ready to set the table for dinner.
The weather blessed us with a couple of unusually nice days (for December) leading up to Christmas, so the children had a great opportunity to play outside. The swing and the balls all saw plenty of use, but the Cornhole set got the most interest this time.
In any case, my 12-year-old grandson decided to organize a Cornhole tournament and talked almost everyone in the house at the time into participating. He arranged pairings and brackets and tracked the winners of each round. I’m sorry to say I only made it to the second round, but my husband was the winner (and has a lovely certificate as a result).
My 10-year-old grandson got a build-it-yourself Foosball kit for Christmas and spent much of that day and the next putting it together. Based on his brother’s success with the Cornhole Tournament, he organized another one using his new game.

I hope everyone has had a wonderful holiday season, whether that means a quiet, relaxing day, time with family, or celebrating in whatever way you prefer.
Meanwhile, Christmas here was crowded and chaotic, but also a great deal of fun. I feel tremendously blessed that my children get along with each other well, as do their spouses and offspring. We’ve had the occasional drama and disagreements, but there have also been reconciliations. I also know how fortunate I am to have lived long enough to meet my first great-grandson.




I squeeze a lot of ornaments onto my tree. I’ve even occasionally called it cluttered. But I think it’s also a happy tree. Most of the ornaments have some personal meaning for me and/or my family. Some of them are heirlooms, having been handed down from my husband’s grandmother or my parents. Many are hand-made—by myself, my late mother, relatives, and particularly grandchildren. Actually, there are a lot of grandchildren-made ornaments on my tree. They’re some of the most special ones.






I’ve talked about this here before, but every year, I’m reminded afresh that one of the most wonderful and magical Christmas decorations I’ve ever encountered is something that happens right here in my own neighborhood!