My family laughed when I told them I was writing a Christmas book. I tend to be one of those people who freaks out and gets high-strung (even more high-strung than I usually am). The hyperventilating starts in October as people begin asking my plans and I pretty much walk around like a cat with a static charge until it’s all over.
Part of this built up when I was working at a day job while writing. Who enjoys adding more errands, shopping and baking to a schedule that is already bursting at the seams? Christmas was not been my favorite time of year and, quite frankly, for some years my main goal was to get through it without ruining it for everyone else.
In an effort to exorcise my angst, I gave Liz a similar Grinch-y view. She doesn’t hate Christmas, but she’s never had a great one. Her expectations are rock bottom until Blake shows her how great that time of year can be. Like life, you only get one shot at Christmas. It’s never going to be one-hundred percent perfect, but it can be pretty darned good if you focus on the best bits.
That made this a very therapeutic book for me. I hope you enjoy it.