So, I sat down to start my Christmas story for the Authors of Main Street Collection and noticed that hot air was blowing on my face. Okay, I’m pretty sure that the air conditioner is supposed to blow, like, cold, you know!!
It was hard enough to get into a festive, holiday mood and writing a holiday story, when in Northern California it is still summer with sun, shorts, and swimming. So, on top of the triple-digit heat wave, the air conditioner decides to stop working–totally. Blowing nothing but hot air as I’m trying to imagine freezing temperatures and cute little winter hats with pom-poms. 🙂
Sitting at my desk, hoping for any breeze at all, and not even the glimmer of a story hits my brain. But wait!! A light bulb goes off. Turn it off, it is already too hot in here. I have the start of a jewel thief story with a Robin Hood motif. That will work.
Suddenly, my head explodes with Robin Cappington; a former thief with her dad, Little John. But he sits in prison and Robin now steals from the thieves to get back jewels the police can’t go after. Uncle Tucker cases the joints and is the detail man. And Ian Marr was the love of Robin’s life, until he turned on the gang and let her dad be left holding the bag. She could hate him if she didn’t still love him and need him for the next job: stealing back the Christmas Rose necklace from the deadly Taos gang.
My contribution to the collection will be the short novella, The Christmas Con.
Thankfully, the air conditioner was just broke for a day, the weather has shifted into what passes for Autumn here; it is in the high 80’s this week, and the story is coming together.
Before you know it I’ll be humming Jingle Bells as I work. 😀
Jill James, writer of contemporary and paranormal romance
Coming Soon: Love in the Time of Zombies