Imagine that you’re a young author. You’ve had a couple of successes, but lately you’ve had a series of flops. Your publishers are threatening to drop you. You have a big family and a lot of overhead. You’re in debt up to your ass, and Christmas is six weeks away. You’re desperately casting around for a book idea, something that you can write in time for the holiday. And oh yeah, you’ve got to self publish. Uh oh! You’re gonna have to borrow some more money. You’re cutting it exceedingly close here: it’s make or break time for real.
The really tough part is that you’re blocked creatively at the moment. Your past, present and future are haunting you (foreshadowing type hint, ahem) and there seems to be some kind of magical realism drama playing out around you: your friends and family, everyone you meet, really, start showing up in the guise of, well, spiritual beings in human form. Are they real? Are they specters, ghosts and phantasms? Never mind, they’re pretty interesting, and every one of them has a message for you. Write them into the book!
I won’t go any farther than that. Suffice it to say, this movie does not end like you might expect. It made me want to stand up and cheer, though, I will say that.
Ok, one little hint: it brings a new and much more profound meaning to the phrase “God bless us everyone!”
Merry Christmas, my friends!