I think a Santa Smiley is appropriate for this entry because I’m a happy writer.
Today I finished the revise and polish on A Carol for Christmas, and I emailed that baby off to the editor. With all that has gone on in my life during the time I was writing it, I told my editor I wished I was working on a thriller or a murder mystery instead of a Christmas romance. Killing off a character or two might have been cathartic! On the other hand, I got to listen to lots and lots of Christmas music while I worked so it put me in the mood for the season.
How about this? A Carol for Christmas is my … 50TH BOOK!! I’m not sure I believed I would ever reach that number of published books. I don’t think I believe it even now. It seems like only yesterday that I started writing my first one. I’m glad that I still feel the excitement of telling another story. It’s still fun to see my name on the cover of a book, still a bit of a surprise to go into a bookstore and see my books on the shelves. I feel very blessed and privileged to get to do what I do. I’m so grateful for people who read my books, and especially thankful when they tell others about my books.
My #1 daughter came over yesterday to help get the decorations down from the garage attic. I didn’t go all out this year. No big tree. Just a little one. Lights and garland on the piano and bookcase. Little Christmas doo-dads on the doors. Some lights in the window. Enough to make it feel like the season without overwhelming me putting it up or taking it down.
I love this time of the year, except for the cold. I’m not fond of icy temps. When I came home from a meeting tonight at 8:00, it was only 19 degrees. Now it’s time to take Poppet outside to "do her business," as we delicately call it, and that means I have to freeze while I wait for her. Brrr.
Okay, Poppet calls.