Archive for December, 2009

About my favorite genre…

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I write gothic short stories.

It never ceases to amaze me how many eyebrows get raised in response to those five little words.

I like gothic fiction for many reasons. I’ve always been drawn to “spooky” stuff — ghost stories and the like — and my imagination has always been piqued by the idea of supernatural things. The inexplicable fascinates me. Mysteries fascinate me.

Gothic fiction comes by this naturally; within the realms of spook, there is infinite capability for horror (naturally), romance, suspense, and fantasy. Anything you could want can hide between the lines.

For a writer who hates to be bored, gothic fiction spells literary freedom.

The haunted houses harboring vampire secrets, ancient magic, and mysterious women is just a bonus.

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Heather S. Ingemar has loved to play with words since she was little, and it wasn’t long until she started writing her own stories. Termed “a little odd” by her peers, she took great delight in exploring tales with a gothic flair, and to this day, Edgar Allan Poe continues to be her literary hero. To learn more, please visit: http://ingemarwrites.wordpress.com/ or follow her on Twitter: http://twitter.com/heatheringemar

A Magical New Year in Hobbitville

 

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The year is ending, and Austin Kelley is the only Pixie Chick without the right guy to kiss when the clock strikes midnight. It’s ridiculous, since she knows all the details on every above-average guy in the area, and none of them look twice at her. Being the season of resolutions, Austin vows to make a fresh start for herself and her love life, convinced her own special guy is waiting within the magic of Hobbitville.

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 Regan Black, author of the Hobbitville saga as well as other novels, grew up in the Midwest with all the white Christmases and frosty New Year’s Eves that entailed. The holidays, full of family traditions, friendship, decorated homes, and neighborhoods, still mark the happiest time of her year. “I probably like white lights best around here, just because there’s no snow.” Though she misses the fluffy white stuff since moving South, she makes up for it with liberal applications of holiday decor inside and out.

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 For Regan, the holiday season is all about having a home full of friends, sharing time, hot cocoa, movies and video games. “We all get into the spirit,” she says of her husband and their two teenagers, “we even put reindeer antlers on the dogs – for as long as they tolerate it.” But she draws the line at the cats climbing the Christmas tree – at least when there’s someone close enough to stop them. Thanks to the wonders of technology, you can always find Regan on Twitter (@reganblack), Facebook (Regan Black), or at her blog http://www.regansrealm.blogspot.com. She loves to hear from readers at black.regan@gmail.com.

La Befana

This is one of the times of year I like best. (One of the times, there are lots of others.) But this one holds some special treats for an Italian. Like the Seven Fishes on Christmas Eve (and depending on where you’re from there may be more fish). It’s a delightful way to spend an evening. And then the desserts! That’s just the build up to the feasting that takes place on the big day.

Of course, there’s Santa and what he brings to the table. But for an Italian Christmas stretches on longer than for others. And Old St. Nick is not the only personage who comes bearing gifts.

In Italy children are treated to more than the beneficence of Santa, or as he is called there, Babbo Natale. Father Christmas is a familiar figure throughout Europe but in Italy there is someone else who also spreads gifts and joy and sometimes even lumps of coal. And she, also, keeps a list and checks it twice before she sets out on her gift-giving journey.

La Befana is the legendary figure Italian children write letters to and wait for at this time of year. But she doesn’t compete with Babbo Natale trying to shimmy down chimneys to deliver her gifts on Christmas Eve.

The old woman of the Christmas season arrives flying in on her broom and laden with gifts on the eve of Little Christmas or The Feast of the Epiphany, January 6. The days stretching from December 26th to January 6th are the true Twelve Days of Christmas. Many Americans confuse the issue by insisting that the twelve days are those immediately prior to December 25th but this is not the case.

In fact, January 6th is celebrated in Europe far more than it is here or anywhere else. Epiphany or the Feast of the Three Kings is a huge holiday in Europe and in many ethnic communities here in the U.S. But, as far as I’m aware, only Italy has a personage who delivers presents to children on January 5th so that when they wake to the sound of church bells on January 6th, they will find lots goodies in the stockings they leave for this purpose.

La Befana was doing her thing long before even the original St. Nick left his presents for the people of his village in Turkey, especially the three young women who needed dowries.

It seems that many of Befana’s gift giving habits were borrowed and transferred. The Befana legend has been traced by some back to the time of King Herod and the killing of the Innocents. Some trace it even further back to pre-Christian “pagan” traditions of Roman times and their winter and new year celebrations and gift giving habits.

Of the two most common stories telling of the origin of La Befana, by far the most popular has to do with her meeting with the Three Kings or Wise Men.

The story goes that the Three Kings, as they meandered through Italy on their way to Bethlehem (okay so they didn’t have good maps), stopped for directions at the hovel in the Italian hills which La Befana called home. Hovel or no, Befana was a scrupulously clean and industrious woman and was quite busy cleaning, baking cakes and goodies, and working in her home.

The Three Kings, laden with gifts for the one they sought, asked Befana if she wanted to accompany them on their journey to see the Christ child and behold the miraculous event for herself. Of course, busy with her housework and not knowing much about what went on outside her home, Befana said she had no idea whom they were seeking. She picked up her broom, complaining that she had too much work to do and couldn’t go off on a trip. Then she bade them a good day and a safe journey. Off went the Three Kings without their directions. Befana for her part, went back to her sweeping and cooking.

Soon, however, Befana decided she’d made a mistake in refusing the invitation of the three colorful royals. So, she took her broom and some gifts for the Child and went in search of the Wise Men. No matter how hard she tried, she could not find them. Next she decided to follow the light of the star they’d told her about which might lead her to the stable and the Child. Hours and hours later, she was utterly lost.

The wondrous light in the sky, however, told her that the special child she sought was still out there to be found. But she was tired and old and found that she could neither go forward nor backward. Just then, however, pouring down on silvery rays of light from the star, a flight of angels took pity on Befana. They gave her the gift of flight on her broom and allowed her to travel anywhere she liked forever. That night Befana returned to her hovel having found neither the Wise Men nor the stable but grateful for the angelic gift. She soon came to understand just how she would use the gift of flight.

Befana still very much wanted to know who the Christ Child was and so, in order not to miss the opportunity to someday find him, she decided on a plan. Her newfound gift would help her realize what she needed to do. Out she went again, this time astride her broom and with a sack of goodies and treats she had made herself. Whenever she encountered a child, Befana gave them a treat in hopes that one of them might be the Baby Jesus that the three Wise Men had told her about. But it never turned out to be the one she sought. She decided to giver treats anyway since she liked to make children happy.

She still goes about searching for the Christ Child which is why she visits every home with a child in it and leaves a gift. Maybe it is the Child she seeks and maybe it is not but that doesn’t matter to her as much as making children smile. She has, it is said, decided that there is something of the Christ Child in all children and that making children happy is what the Baby Jesus would want her to do.

Ever since her first flight bearing gifts, Befana has been bringing the spirit of Christmas to all children on the eve of the Epiphany. Children know to set out their socks to be filled with candy and goodies. And if they’ve been bad, they get a lump of coal. (A punishment which Santa appropriated, to the dismay of children everywhere.)

So, this year, think about La Befana as the Epiphany comes closer and on January 5th, leave some wine and food out for her as families in Italy do. But don’t try to sneak a peek at her. She, like Santa, isn’t fond of being seen. Unlike Santa, La Befana will thump you with her broom if she catches you trying to see her.

Watching the drifting white

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This weekend it snowed.

Since Christmas is a little more than a week away, and my family is coming for it, I swear I had a ‘to-do’ list ten miles long. Dishes, vacuuming, laundry, tidying, taking out the trash, in addition to the chores I do when expecting company; dusting, planning the meal, etc. etc. I felt like a chicken without a head, running here, running there, working a little on this project, some on that…

But in the middle of it all, I did catch a few moments to just sit by the window, a cup of hot tea in my hand, to watch the white drift from the deep grey sky.

Holidays always seem to be like this. (At least in my household.) You’re lucky to catch a few minutes to yourself.

I wrote the beginnings of “Prophet’s Choice” on a day like this. Twilight, with the edges of dark creeping over the snow. The flurries had stopped, leaving the sky clear as glass, and the moon like a silver disc hung from above.

As I looked out the window, at the bright, crisp glow off the untouched sheet of snow, I imagined a woman, walking, and I knew she was running from something. Why else would a young girl be trudging over snowy hillsides, in the creeping darkness, with her worldly possessions strapped to her back?

Lyra. I saw the glint in her stubborn, resolute eyes, and knew I had to know more about her.

But holiday preparations and chores were calling. :)

It would be another three holiday seasons before I would finish her story, writing what she told me in the stolen moments between all the rest.

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Heather S. Ingemar has loved to play with words since she was little, and it wasn’t long until she started writing her own stories. Termed “a little odd” by her peers, she took great delight in exploring tales with a gothic flair, and to this day, Edgar Allan Poe continues to be her literary hero. To learn more, please visit: http://ingemarwrites.wordpress.com/ or follow her on Twitter: http://twitter.com/heatheringemar

New Year’s Eve a Happy Wrap of the Holiday Spirit

The holiday season is such a special time of year. For me, it seems to start with Halloween, and then fly by until we reach the pinnacle of Christmas, and finally the absolute fun of New Year’s Eve.

All those milestones, big and small, connected by activities with friends and family to remind us what’s really important about life.

Growing up an only child, I loved the excitement and variety of holiday events. My parents and their friends shared resources and hosting details and as the families grew we sort of melded into one big honorary family.

There were summers at the lake cabin, birthdays everywhere, Halloween drop in hosted at one home, Saturday football and pizza at another. Thanksgiving was reserved for extended family (the biological kind) and the Christmas gathering grew to enormous proportions with a lively gift exchange for kids and adults.

But New Year’s Eve – that was always on us.

We always took the tree down, so there’d be more room for mingling, but the mistletoe, wreaths, and garlands remained for festive decor. There were group games and oh-so-much food!

Parents watched football while the kids ducked into the basement to plot and plan the annual New Year’s Presentation. It could be a play, parade, musical or any combination thereof. I have so many bright and shiny memories of happy faces, pure fun, and always – the kiss in that moment between one year and the next.

Putting the Pixie Chicks into a  story with all the memories of New Year’s Eves past floating through my mind was an absolute delight. Though Austin is feeling more than a little down as the only Pixie without someone special at midnight, she makes a resolution she hopes will lead to the romance she longs for.

So put a little magic into your own holiday season with Snow Covered Resolutions, or any of the other Twelve Days of Great Reads offered by Echelon Press Shorts.

Wishing you a joyful and wonder-filled holiday season,

Regan Black

Keep up with Regan on Twitter @reganblack, Facebook, the Regan’s Realm blog or her website.

Holiday Traditions

My ghostly holiday eShort, Bells, incorporates some of the Christmas traditions of my extended family. Gatherings of friends and family to share in a holiday meal is a tradition that I’ll be celebrating several times again this year. There are always too many of us to sit around one table, so we spread out across the house sitting where ever we can locate a chair or stool or nook by the window. We share memories, the latest news, dreams for the future, love, laughter, and sometimes, tears.

When I was young, my father, Nathan Winslow, meticulously put up a HO gauge train garden. He even got my grandfather, an accomplished oil painter, to realistically paint plaster mountains. His was a train garden of exactness and beauty. My husband’s family also put up a train garden. The George Crist family Christmas train garden was so exciting for my husband and his brothers when they were boys, that they’d ignore the gifts and rush for the trains.

My husband, Ernie, and I continued the train garden tradition. On Christmas morning, our kids would run to see the trains. When they became older, they’d help their dad throughout December fix up the train garden for their younger cousins to see when they came to visit. Last Christmas, Ernie and I were lucky enough to have our grandson with us at Christmastime. And little Nathaniel was inspired to crawl his first few feet trying to grab a miniature train that circled around under the Christmas tree.

Sleigh bells on door knobs, watermelon pickles, patched-together trees, and carols playing in the background are other traditions mentioned in Bells we continue in my family. Another Christmas tradition is baking cookies. I baked them with Granny and Mom. My kids baked them with me, and maybe this year, my grandson will sprinkle some colored sugar on my cut-out cookies. (For ”Granny’s Sugar Cookies” recipe, go to http://vonniewinslowcrist.wordpress.com ).

I encourage each of you to celebrate the holidays with those you care about. Make good memories and establish family traditions, remembering you’re born into a one kind of family — but you can also build a family of dear friends. And especially at this time of year, treat others with a little more kindness and love. For as Aesop so wisely wrote in his tale of “The Lion & The Mouse” — No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.

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“What Does Christmas Mean To Me?”

I started asking myself that question at an early age. Some people would laugh about my serious demeanor and tell me, “Hey, you’re eight years old. Don’t worry about such deep thought processes…you should just have fun and enjoy the abundance of toys your going to get.”

Now, don’t get me wrong… I enjoyed receiving the pretty outstanding gifts..like the Star Wars Millienum Falcon, complete with the suave, vest-wearing Han Solo action figure. (So much better than Luke…but we will keep that our little secret.) But after all that “stuff” mentality wore thin, I realized the deeper meaning of this special time of year had nothing to do with materialistic things but more with being an ambassador of thoughtfulness and compassion. A simple act of kindness can be shown in ways such as a warm smile to someone not having the best of days,  a dollar in the red kettle that sits outside many retail locations this time of year,  and patience for the  sales clerk behind the counter on the biggest shopping day EVER.  It seems easy, but what often seems easy, is sometimes the hardest. 

As each of you sit down with family and friends and celebrate this holiday season, cherish what you have and don’t worry if you bought everyone on your list the hottest gifts of 2009 (chances are, they wanted gift cards anyway). But show them love, compassion, and everything a great greeting card is made of…which leads me into my little short story.

Receiving a Christmas card from most people is supposed to invoke feelings of joy and holiday spirit. However, one couple has decided a card from them marks you for death…

Yes, I know… it’s a complete one hundred eighty degrees from  most of the blog. But what can I say? I write thrillers…

 Enjoy!

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