Because we’ve had such great puzzle discussions, I have to show you my latest puzzle. It’s called Hippie Heaven.
As you can see I’m done with this one. (I’m always missing 2 pieces.-crazy cat lady syndrome!) Now it’s time to pick out another puzzle to do. But here’s the thing. I just don’t want to do ANY puzzle. It has to be inspiring to me. Hmm…sounds like that reading/writing thing, doesn’t it? So, how long do you spend looking for a puzzle or book? It’s such a combination of things for me. Subject matter, colors, size, length, characters.
Okay–Onto today’s subject. If you look at the sliders this month, I have one for my book, Rich in Hope. It’s a Christmas novel and October is the Christmas novel debut month. :) The blurb I’m using is:
One scarred model.
One grounded photographer.
One Christmas that will change their lives forever..
As a writer I did love telling this story of Jenny’s journey from wanting an isolated Christmas to becoming a fake fiance to Stephen, taking care of a blind child, Phoebe, and learning that beauty is much deeper than your skin. Christmas is a time for hope and Jenny didn’t have any hope at the beginning of the novel. And I have to admit that this novel ended differently than I had imagined. (Not going to give away spoilers!)
All characters grow differently. As we flesh them out they sometimes surprise us. But, hey, isn’t that a part of Christmas? In this novel, Jenny receives more than one surprise. Which brings me to a topic of discussion about surprises. Do you like them?
I love them. As a child, I dug around all the closets and other hiding places until I found my Christmas present. White leather go-go boots! Just what I asked for. But it wasn’t Christmas day. And I couldn’t let on that I knew. And Christmas morning came and I opened my present knowing full well what was in the box. It pretty much took the joy out of the morning. Don’t get me wrong, I still loved my boots, but from that point on I never wanted to know what I was getting Christmas day. My parents could say “don’t look in the blue bag in our closet” and I wouldn’t look in the blue bag in the closet. I love being surprised.
When my family planned my 50th birthday party (a while ago) I knew they were planning it. I was part of the planning but they still managed to surprise me with a couple of things that brought me to tears.
So, what about you? Do you like surprises? I’d love to hear stories of why or why not. Please, tell all!