Assuming we survive the end of the Mayan calendar? J I don’t have a pub date yet, but sometime during the year, book 3 of the Grigori Legacy, Sins of the Righteous, will be out. And with a little hard work on my part, book 4, Sins of the Forsaken, should be written and ready to go.
For me, a great book is one that I keep thinking about long after I’ve finished it. Mike Mullin’s Ashfall is that kind of book. For all that I love the shivers that come with a good UF novel, what truly scares me is the possibility of a real scenario like a super volcano…and Mike makes that possibility all too real. I still hold him partly responsible for my canning frenzy this year…
Leftover turkey. When all the cooking and cleaning is done, I can live off that carcass for days without lifting a finger in the kitchen. J
Before I answer, may I just say thanks a whole lot for reminding me of this. I’d successfully rid the house of all CDs with this particular song on it, and then I read this question and couldn’t remember the name of the flippin’ thing and so I had to go searching on the Internet and now I have it stuck in my head!!! AARRGGHH!
Oh, and it’s Holly Jolly Christmas by Burl Ives. Can’t say I’m overly fond of Jingle Bell Rock or Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree either…and I came across entire lists of other s in my search, too. There really are a lot of annoying Christmas songs, aren’t there?
Sadly, we don’t do this anymore because my kids have all grown up, but I used to read ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas to them every Christmas Eve before bed. Then they’d be allowed to open one present — always a new pair of pajamas, but somehow always still exciting. Now, I’m just happy to have everyone come home! J
That would be my husband’s first Christmas present to me. He got me a downhill ski suit. I didn’t (and still don’t) ski, but he thought I should. He has never lived it down, lol!
I’m actually a great gift giver, so I can’t think of any…unless you count the period when my daughters were teenagers and nothing I did (including breathing) or gave was right.
The last Christmas my dad was alive. I was pregnant with our third daughter, our twins were two years old, and Dad’s cancer was in remission. He was a woodworker and had made a little, old-fashioned stove for the girls. They were so excited, and “cooked” for hours. We still have the stove, set aside for grandchildren one day. *crosses fingers*
When I was growing up, I always wanted to marry someone who would take me homesteading out in the backwoods somewhere. I consider it one of life’s little ironies that I married a city boy who’s only willing to go camping if there’s an electrical outlet available for plugging in his computer. J
Dead houseplants. They’re alive enough when I start out with them, but for all my great gardening skills, I’m terrible with houseplants. And then I feel guilty when I kill them, so I keep them around for way too long in hopes that I might be able to revive them. It’s really quite sad…
Thank you SO much for inviting me to participate, Nat! I loved the questions—they were a hoot to answer (and I’m sure I’ll forgive you for Holly Jolly Christmas…eventually). Wishing you many warm memories this Christmas…I’ll raise a glass to you and your sisters and your mom. Hugs, kiddo! J
Giveaway Details: Linda is giving away winners choice of either Sins of the Angels or Sins of the Son. To enter just tell Linda about your worst holiday gift ever.