Merry Christmas to a Baffled Writer
If it would only snow here in Oregon, I would be more in the mood to write/edit my Christmas book.
Darling Laughing Son told me to put up the Christmas tree. That might be a good idea. Maybe I should make a snowman, too.
The story is set in Montana. There’s a family bar. It gets a little wild and raucous.
There’s a mother who is larger than life and a daughter who wants to hide from life.
There are odd family Christmas traditions and a live show with feather boas, knee-high boots and glitter.
Oh, and there’s the love of the daughter’s life…he’s quite handsome, and the love of the mother’s life, who might or might not appear.
That’s about what I’ve got.
Merry Christmas!
