There’s an old song that begins, “It only takes a spark, to get a fire going.”
So true! Unless you’re camping, in the rain.
If you are someone with a vivid imagination, you find you end up getting sparks of stories everywhere. You can watch a news clip or read an article, or hear a friend tell a story, and you might think to yourself one of two things: That would make a great story! Or, if you’re a writer: I must put this in a book.
My newest story isn’t a new one for me, but rather a freshened-up novella that sprung from a spark of an idea some years back.
With Christmas comes traditions, and one of my favorites is watching the tree lighting at Rockefeller Center in New York City. This usually takes place the week after Thanksgiving on a Wednesday evening and the event is televised live.
But for me, I like the story of how a magnificent tree is chosen every year. Usually the network televising the tree lighting also shares where the tree came from, and shows video clips of the tree being transported so carefully back to New York.
One year, I was watching the story of the family whose tree was chosen, how the officials measured it carefully, examined the trunk, and how the family glowed that their tree would be decorated and seen by millions of people around the world.
This started me thinking: What if a widow’s tree was selected to be the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree and her children surprised her with a trip to New York City for the tree lighting?
Enter Gwynn Michaud, a stylish sixty-something grandma who’s discovered she’s ready for something new at Christmas time. She just doesn’t expect the trip—or a chance at love.
While she’s in New York, she gets to visit some of my favorite places I remember visiting when I was in college—the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Chinatown, the uptown shopping and delightful street vendors. Her love of art is reignited and when she decides to lengthen her stay in New York? Well, I’ll leave it at that. But one of her hosts, the father of her daughter’s old college roommate, finds it a bit challenging having an extra person in the household, disrupting his ordered routine.
When I was getting to know Gwynn, I certainly hadn’t imagined writing about a grandma who finds herself falling in love. Nor did I imagine an older hero with the dry dashing wit and a Sean Connery look about him.
Sometimes when a story sparks, you must sit back and watch to see what pops up. This is a dear story to me, and I hope you’ll check out Comfort And Joy. It’s currently part of the set Home for Christmas.
‘Tis almost the season for stories galore about love at Christmas time.
What are some of your favorite Christmas romances, new or old?