I love Christmas. I love the music, the decorations, the food… I even love schlepping around looking for the perfect present. Christmas puts me in a good mood; it makes the world glow for a few short weeks during a cold and dark time of the year. It gives me the warm fuzzies.
But something odd happened this year. For some reason, the Christmas season affected me differently. It put me in a romantic frame of mind. Maybe it’s because so many of my friends are romance writers (including many on the Not Your Usual Suspects list) and they all seem to be having fun. Maybe it’s because I’ve been travelling a lot these past few months and a lot of the places I’ve been to have been quite romantic. Or maybe I’m just getting soft and mushy.
Whatever the reason, I suddenly found myself thinking about love and Christmas and before I knew it, I’d written a romantic short story! A contemporary romance, at that, with not even a speck of mystery. I feel a little sheepish about it because I’ve always said that I don’t have a romantic bone in my body, but there you have it. Apparently I have a teeny tiny one, hidden somewhere deep inside. A wishbone, maybe.
I blame Christmas.
So, writers, have you ever been surprised by the story that emerged? And readers, has a favourite writer ever surprised you with the direction they’ve taken?
I’ve called my little aberration Running Away From Christmas and you can find it on Amazon and on Smashwords, and soon enough, in all the other regular places.