1988 is when I first conceived of my story The Theft of the Twelve Days, a story about a man who is set upon stealing Christmas from a small city in British Columbia, Canada. I had a first draft done years ago, 1989 I think, but somehow I lost it and have had to re-write it. Each year I have had hopes to have it finished before December 12th in hopes of releasing a chapter a day leading to the finale, Christmas. Each year until now I’ve not succeeded. Thirty years is a long time to write a story, it is time to finish it.