I got the best Christmas present a writer can get yesterday. No, it wasn’t under the tree. It was one of those gifts that fall into your lap from time to time; the right chapter one for Wicked Love, which I have rewritten repeatedly and still failed to get right and now I see why. I finally got the first few pages right, but then I kept trying to go forward in the wrong time and place. I move about 60 miles in space and jump ahead in time, and voila, what really happens in chapter one is revealed. It happened when I took my Christmas nap. I guess if you’re a writer you get scenes instead of visions of sugarplums, but I’m grateful. Sometimes it really does pay to sleep on it!

I also woke up this morning with bits and pieces that fill in gaps in Wicked Hot which I can now sneak in before it goes back. Sometimes a day or two off is enough to let these things percolate up.

I hope everybody out there had a good Christmas, and for the writers, may the muse drop those little gifts into your head! For a readerly gift, visit PBW to read Worthy, Willing, and then foam at the mouth along with me waiting for the finale Wanted, which she hopes to have up for New Year’s.

Oh, and here’s a musical gift. It starts out one way, but hang in there. Must have sound for this.