Over a decade ago, a friend of mine made me a copy of a CD with some of my favorite music from that time. When I moved a few years back, the CD must have been lost in the shuffle. This past weekend, for some reason, I thought about the disk and mentioned it to my husband. Right away, he went on a hunt and before I knew it, the music was playing from my stereo.
Immediately, it brought me back to where I was when my friend made the disk. It reminded me of a great time in my life. So, for this year’s Thankful Author post, I think I’m thankful for the things that ignite my senses, and bring me to special places.
I’m thankful for the smells of different seasons. Fall’s got the warmth of apples and cinnamon, winter’s got fireplaces and summer has the smell of the beach. The other day, it was unseasonably warm and as soon as I left my house, I said, “The air smells like spring.” Considering the fact that it was October, that was a little strange, but it was a beautiful scent, nonetheless.
I’m thankful for the smiles on my children’s faces when they are truly delighted about something. So often, they put on fake expressions for pictures or to pacify me. But nothing beats an unexpected, honest to goodness, ear to ear grin.
I’m thankful for all the different foods I get to try, since my family willingly (and sometimes enthusiastically) goes along with my love of trying new cuisines. Recently, my kids had German food for the first time (although it wasn’t a first for my husband or me). They loved the new flavors, which brings me back to my last paragraph.
I’m thankful for the feel of cozy things on a cold day, which I can sometimes overlook – a pair of fuzzy socks, a cup of hot coffee, a warm bed.
Separately, I’m also thankful to be able to continue doing what I love. My latest novella, Better to Give, will be coming out at the end of the month, and I’m so grateful that my wonderful publisher, The Wild Rose Press, is putting out there for readers.
Here’s a little bit about it…
For most people, the holidays are a time of warmth, happiness and celebration. But to Jenna Samuels, they mean only one thing. Mounting debt. A single mother, Jenna struggles to make ends meet and to her, it’s a season of excess and distress.
James Garrison is in over his head, too. His ex-wife said he wasn’t equipped to take care of his twins, and now that he’s got joint custody, he fears she was right. They’re wild, spoiled, and always fighting. When they knock Jenna’s daughter into the “Gifting Tree,”—a part of their town’s charity collection—the parents are immediately attracted to each other. But James has had his fill of cold women and Jenna won’t make the mistake of falling for another man who disappears when life gets too heavy.
As their paths cross, James and Jenna must decide whether first impressions are accurate, or if sometimes, people are not what you assume at all.