Candlelight Christmas by Susan Wiggs
From the Author:
It’s always an unsettled time when a book I’ve written goes out into the world. Here is this project I’ve created, fussed and fumed over, revised, worried about and wept over; and then, in the months since turning it in to my publisher, virtually forgotten about.
Now, suddenly, this thing I’ve created is back in my face, like an adult child who left home and then boomeranged. I see it when I pass the books section of the grocery or drugstore. I see it featured in USA TODAY and, oddly, in an ad circular on the same page as meat. I hear it mentioned in a radio ad.
And the reviews! I would love to take the high road and say, “I never read reviews.” In my opinion, any writer who tells you that is lying. How can you not read a review when someone took the time to read your book and actually write something about it? That seems almost rude. One thing I can tell you is, I don’t go looking for reviews. Because here is Susan’s Secret Sauce of Sanity when it comes to reviews, your friends will take care of you. If they are truly your friends, they will stay mum if they’ve seen a snarky review, and if they see a good one, they’ll tell you. They’ll send you the link or the clipping or sometimes even the whole magazine.
Candlelight Christmas is what I think of as a “yellow Lab” of a book. Like Fisher and Goose, my Labs, it’s bouncing up and down saying, “Like me! Please like me! I’m dying for you to like me! Ohmygosh I will die if you don’t like meeee.” This novel, the story of single dad Logan O’Donnell trying to create the perfect Christmas for his boy, is a warm, fuzzy story filled with laughter, love and some pretty darned good food. (Note to sharp-eyed readers: you will be surprised by who Fisher and Goose are in the book.)
But my job is done. Ultimately, the book will take on a life of its own. While I was writing it, revising it and endlessly discussing it with my writers’ group, my husband, my girlfriends, my Facebook and Twitter readers, the book belonged wholly to me. Now it’s been released into the wild and it doesn’t belong to me at all anymore. Which is as it should be.
About the Author:
Susan Wiggs has won many awards for her work, including a RITA from Romance Writers of America. She has also published with a number of houses, including Avon, HarperCollins, Warner and MIRA Books. In addition to being a militant romance writer, a feminist, a guilt-ridden mother and a perfect wife, Susan Wiggs grows mutant tomatoes, speaks French, and plays the cello. Her hobbies are reading, traveling the world and Fair Isle knitting.