|Out In Colorado Christmas Blog Hop|
It's blog hop time! The Colorado M/M authors group is hopping all over the place, and I'm number five on the list. We're all supposed to write a post on something appropriate for the holidays, and at the end of the hop one lucky commenter will win a $50 gift certificate to Amazon (check out the link just below Marie Sexton's lovely graphic overhead for links to other posts).
***PS, if you're here looking for the next post for The Academy, it'll be up later today, I promise. Just roll with this.***
Of our author's group, the culinarily competent might share a recipe, while the busy bee might talk about an upcoming release. Where is my heart, though? Well, to be frank, it's still all wrapped up in The Hobbit, so that's the post you're getting. It's time for tidings of Christmas cheer through the lens of The Desolation of Smaug. No spoilers, just...lamentations.
|Show yourself...thief! I mean, guest!|
How does our hapless holiday begin? First, let's set the scene. Are you in one of those families that has more branches than a tree, and every single one of them wants to host you this year? And no matter who you give in to, someone else is going to be mortally offended that you didn't pick them?
|What do you mean, you won't be here?!?|
And then the people you end up going to stay with have a million things to do, and you're not comfortable watching their baby by yourself but half the reason for inviting you over was to get the free childcare, for the love of Gandalf. There are in-laws you don't know and you don't have a car, so you can't escape this bleak little corner of suburbia, and because you're relatively young and spry by comparison to all the other guests, you get the air mattress that slowly deflates overnight as your bed.
|You'll sleep there and like it, worm.|
|Pretties for me!|
|It's not worth it...but I can't refuse!|
|How is this my life?|
I seem to have gotten off-track. *ahem* Actually, my Christmas is going to consist of me and my husband alone, at home, gifting, eating and spending time together. Ideal, really. I just have to get over how bloody frustrated I am with the ending of this year's installment of The Hobbit. I would never leave you guys in limbo for a damn YEAR when it comes to an ending, and I'll prove it.
|There and back...wait, no, that's taken...|
So, here's the deal for our Out In Colorado group blog hop. Leave a comment on my post (or any of the others, there's a link at the top of the post that lists them all) and you're entered to win the big gift certificate. Some individual blogs are giving out their own Christmas gift, though, so check each post to see if there could be something in it for you. Here's the link to yesterday's post, courtesy of A.J. Marcus: http://ajmarcus.com/blog/
But what about me? What am I giving away? Well, here's my thought. Leave a nice comment on my blog, and on the day the blog hop ends (the 22nd) I'll pick one person here and offer them: a) a $10 gift certificate to Amazon, because you can never have too many of those, or b) a vignette follow-up to any story of mine I've ever written, ever. Has an ending left you unsatisfied? Do you wish you knew what happened next? I will write a new scene (can't guarantee length) about life in the HEA, or wherever I left that particular story. Any couple, any work. Because we all deserve Christmas closure, damn it.
And keep following along! The blog hop doesn't end with me. Tomorrow's post will be courtesy of Carter Quinn, who incidentally just placed highly in the Rainbow Awards with his book Out of the Blackness: http://carterquinnbooks.com/