I love the festive season...

 In December...

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(yes I know we're not there yet but...)

When I was a child, many moons ago we never put our tree up until after my birthday. I'm a Sagittarius. So, December started, then it was my birthday then let's get ready for Christmas. 

I loved it.

It made the whole month seem magical. Full of love, fun and surprises.

The downside of course was if there was what we called a big present I really yearned for, and my parents could afford it, I got it as a joint present.

Don't get me wrong, I was very happy in that I was lucky enough to be gifted a bike or something, but I had to wait until Christmas day for it. Half of which was my birthday present.

Not easy for a five year old!

However, I was fortunate. There was always something to open on my actual birthday, and it was far enough away from Christmas day not to always get one joint present. 

Does that mean I was mercenary? I don't think so. We're not talking lots of expensive stuff here, just the sheer excitement of ripping off wrapping paper to discover what it was hiding.

(Let's be honest, I still get that same thrill)

These days though, the festive season seems to start earlier and go on later.

I put my tree up in December, but before my birthday now. I still have a session of Christmas music playing, present wrapping and a glass of wine as I snip and cut. I still forget someone's present and have to hunt for it in the back of the wardrobe! I srill like the ritual of putting presents out and wondering what Santa will bring.

Yeah, a kid at heart.

But not in November. Call me Ms Bah Humbug, but I enjoy the anticipation of  ohhh soon it will be December and I'll be able to start my advent calendar, we can go and choose a tree, put up the decorations ad play Christmas songs until we're sick of them...

(NB that will be never)

So I'm counting down the days and getting ready...

how about you?

Happy reading,

love Raven xxx

What a difference some days make...

 Hi all, ( or is it one person and their pet?)

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Sorry about last weeks non blog. It wasn't brought to you due to a severe case of brain fog!

Nor were my edits finished, the crumble made or the washing done.

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I woke up with a brain that didn't want to work. It was like walking through treacle, trying to fight my way out of a giant cobweb or net curtain.

urgh.

Luckily it doesn't happen very often and I've learnt to let it have it's way...or is that have its day?

So I had a long bath, with a good book, 

took a ready meal out of the freezer and let my brain take a day off.

By Tuesday it had sulked enough and the edits were finished, checked and sent of to my lovely, long suffering editor, the crumble (apple and blackberry) made and the washing done.

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What a difference a few days makes.From doing nothing to being productive.

Maybe it was my brain's way of telling me I needed to slow down and smell the daisies ( or the coffee) Whatever it worked. I took time out. I'd been for some walks, tidied my undies drawer, and read. Now I was ready for action.

And I thought...

what should I write next?

I love writing Regency, I love contemp and rom com.

Lots to chose from.

I'll let you know what I decide, when I do. At the moment I'm playing around with one of each... Which is not the best way to get on. Maybe I should draw lots?

What do you think?

Happy Reading,

Love Raven xxx

Ps I better say a big thank you to pinterest. It found my graphics for me this week, big time.

It only takes one word...

 ...one sound or a scent to make you remember.

To take you back.

What am I rambling on about?

After a delay Cassie and Raven's 2023 Christmas anthology is now out in eBook as well as paperback, and as I stroked my copy, and I read the blurbs, it made me think.

I set my contemporary story, 'Christmas Isn't Cancelled' in Scotland, roughly where I used to live. 

As I wrote about the rain, it was as if I could hear water splashing, the swish of car tyres as they drove through puddles. Smell wet trees and soil, and see the river flowing faster than usual. 

Remembered some of the more unusual Christmas Trees I'd seen.

Daft though it seems, I got a bit choked up as I remembered wet (and also cold and snowy) Christmas's there. I could scent the snow, and remember the warmth of the Aga as we came back indoors after a walk, or making snow angels. The gorgeous aroma of turkey roasting and mince pies cooling on the cake rack. 

Darn it now my tummy is rumbling!

My Regency story is set partly in Rutland and partly in Yorkshire, and this was fun to write as they are both places I know, and I could picture the areas—albeit imagining them as I reckoned they might have been two hundred years ago.

So to celebrate the fact A Wonderful Christmastime is now up and running...

Here's the links

https://amzn.to/3SsGNsF (UK)

https://cutt.ly/cwR0OEcM (.com)

and the blurbs... 

Four Festive Stories Of Romance And Love

The Christmas Stocking
Christmas approaches, and the servants who work in Duke Street are beside themselves with excitement when they are given a half-day holiday to attend an impromptu Frost Fair being held at the local park. To add to the festive fun, Daisy has knitted herself a pair of brightly coloured stockings, and when an incident on the ice threatens to leave her face as scarlet as the stockings themselves, Jack saves her from falling and spares her blushes. They return home to Duke Street ahead of the other revellers, but when they do, it’s to discover the house is in chaos. Can Daisy and Jack step up to the plate and save Christmas?

Decisions at the Barking Dog
Lady Isabella Austin has been banished from her home for Christmas. Her mama has been matchmaking on behalf of her elder sister, and Lady Isabella is surplus to requirements. The Duke of Redbourn discovers what’s afoot and makes plans to avoid being trapped in a situation not of his making, knowing his potential bride is as reluctant to marry him as he is her. Can a chance meeting at the Barking Dog Inn change his mind on his determination to never become a bridegroom?

Together For Christmas
The suburb of Patcham is a happy place. Single mum, Zoe Harper, is preparing for Christmas with her son, Brody. Thousands of miles away, Daniel uncovers the first clue in a trail of deceit that will lead him back to England to uncover the truth. An admission of guilt is what Daniel needs if he’s to stand any chance of finding Zoe and meeting the son he didn’t even know was his.

Christmas Isn’t Cancelled
Alison Piper has plans to spend a peaceful, quiet Christmas at her holiday cottage in Scotland, until two stranded travellers turn up at her door seeking shelter. A blast from her past, divorcee Ross Thomas, and his five-year-old son, Aiden. Will Santa know where to find this lost little boy? Alison is determined he most definitely will, and if she and Ross can make it a Christmas to remember for Aiden, it might also turn out to be one they will never forget themselves.

 Happy reading,

love Raven xxx