It may be a sign of greater confidence in general, but I'm not freaking out about Yuletide this year. Possibly because I sat down and banged out a first sentence, and realized I'd be able to write the rest of the story without tears. Will it be spot-on and in-character and funny and wry and emotionally truthful? THAT I don't know. But there will be a story. And that's pretty great, because for the three days before I got the first sentence out, I was totally freaking out, just like I'm not doing now.