Weird title for a blog post, right? Yep.
|Yep, that's me in the middle.|
Over the last few months my wife and I got licensed as foster parents which has been a very time consuming and emotional process. We have two young girls of our own and are looking to help out some kids who need that extra hand. So far we have done respite care for three little kiddos, finished a room in our house and baby-proofed the place – again.
Anyhow, I guess I’m choosing the foster process as my excuse to lag on writing. I’m about a third of the way through a first draft of an untitled WWIII science fiction thriller that I have decided to shelve for now. Painting a world that is fighting and raw is a bit much for me at the moment. It’s a good story, but needs some major work.
In just the past week I started on an untitled Christmas novella set in Spokane. It’s a significant genre switch that just feels right.
I’ve been kicking the story around in my head for months and am pretty excited to write an emotional seasonal story set in my hometown. It’s been fun to listen to Christmas music in the background while writing and seems to confirm that I’m in my own little world.
A Christmas story is fitting for a novella. It should give readers a taste of the holidays without having to overdose on eggnog and snowmen.
I’m aiming to have the novella ready in print and ebook by October at the latest. I think it’ll be fun and I hope folks will like it.
If you hear me quietly whistling Jingle Bells, please just ignore the crazy author in the corner.