Thanks, Tina for having me as your guest during this busy season
of the year.
One of the biggest problems any writer faces is finding fresh material.
I usually get my plot ideas from dreams, but my holiday romance, Journey of the
Magi, sprang from Christmas decorating.
I was setting up my Manger under the tree and my grand-daughter
asked about the extra figures I have crowding the space.
She pointed at a beat-up, peeling set of three Wisemen. They
belonged to my Grand-Mother and my Mother used them for years. When she passed
away I took them. Memories washed over me and I wished I could share them all.
The idea for a woman taking her children to her childhood home so they could
have Christmas there bloomed like a Poinsettia.
It wasn’t easy to refine my idea into a love story, but I did.
To get back to my original point, ideas can spring from anywhere.
A writer needs to choose what can be turned into a viable story. I have dozens
of scene ideas stored in my files. Ideas that never got beyond a flicker. I
also have several stories that are in progress. One of them is another
Christmas story for next year.
Journey of the Magi blurb:
Widow Noel Martin never
breaks promises, and she promised her kids they’d have Christmas at her
childhood home in Connecticut. But driving across country takes money. Noel is
broke when a snowstorm blows them into a tiny Minnesota café owned by a man who
can change her mind. She accepts his offer of a job. Despite her attraction to
him, she makes it clear she is only temporary help.
Dan Longstreet isn’t adopting
any more strays, but he needs a waitress. Dan works so hard to make his café a success, he doesn't have
time for love. Though Noel’s slender blonde
beauty stuns him and her two adorable children tug at his heart, he denies how
they threaten to change his life.
When tragedy strikes, their
new-found love is the first victim. Noel can't stay and Dan can't
leave. Will their journey be the gift that reunites them? http://amzn.com/B00ES5DZEQ
Excerpt from Journey of the Magi:
“Oh, Holly, how many times have I told you
not to open the door to strangers?”
Holly stared at her mother.
“That’s what Dan said, too.” Her forehead
wrinkled as she pursed her mouth. “Do all grown-ups say the same things?”
“Not all. And I think you should call him Mr.
Longstreet.”
“I did. But he said I could call him Dan
since you were already friends.”
Noel ducked her head to avoid Holly’s gaze as
her stomach warmed. Friends? Her pulse raced and her skin tingled when he was
close, not feelings she had for a friend. Dan sparked a strong attraction in
her, but she had no intention of acting on it. She had to keep firmly to her
goal: they were going home.
Home. She’d dreamed of returning for so long.
If she was honest, going home had been her hope for years. The big old
farmhouse had given a sad, lonely child more than shelter. It held the memories
of loving arms cradling her, fresh-baked cookies and safety. All the things she
wanted for her babies.
Nicholas gave a contented hiccup and she
eased him over to burp. As soon as she dressed, she’d remind Dan she had to
leave before Christmas. http://amzn.com/B00ES5DZEQ
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