In these shortest of days and darkest of nights, my three little trees light up at dusk. So do the timed candles in every window. Over the weekend, I filled my house with red ribbons, shiny things, and reminders of my faith. The latter are in the form of little nativity sets from around the world. The newest this year is from Thailand by way of Novica/National Geographic.
The urban wilds of eastern Pennsylvania lean toward gray days and cold rains without even the beauty of snow to lighten things. Advent of course is a time of waiting. If I endure the gloom, the light comes, a terrific metaphor for life in general.
I had the joy last week of promoting Merry Belles, our lovely holiday collection. One event winner requested Christmastide Kisses, an earlier Bluestocking Belles collection full of merry and bright stories. Have you read that one?
Meanwhile I finished editing Book 2, A Lady’s Honor, and I am beavering away on a made-to-order story I hope to finish this week so I can present it to its honoree and give it to my newsletter recipients. Be sure to sign up if you want a copy. I’ll get back to writing a new epilogue for Book 2 when that is finished. Whew. But first? Coffee.