Okay, so I had to interview a guy today. One who I’ve had to talk to before. He’s always busy and make sure I know he’s just working me in. I know it’s terrible, but every time I talk to him I want to say, “I talk to lots bigger stars than you, and they always seem to have the time.” But of course, I don’t. I’m petty, so when I write my cover story, he will be a very small part of it. ;-) That’s my way of dealing with those kinds of people.

So on to happier thoughts. I loved all of your time wasters yesterday. I spent a couple of hours last night checking them all out. Too much fun. Of course, I’ll only allow myself to visit again on the weekends. ;-)

I made it to a certain page number on the new manuscript, Kira’s story, which makes me very, very happy.

On the witchychicks blog we’ve been talking about Christmas memories. I shared one of mine about seeing Santa Clause flying above my Grandmother’s house. Imagination? Christmas decorations? An elaborate hoax? I have no idea, but that moment has given me a lifelong belief in Santa. :-) So I want to hear about your favorite Christmas memories. Share. Share. Share. :-)


About Candace Havens

Bestselling author Candace Havens has written six novels for Berkley including, Charmed & Dangerous, Charmed & Ready, Charmed & Deadly, Like A Charm, The Demon King and I and Dragons Prefer Blondes. Her new venture is writing for the Blaze line of Harlequin. Those books include Take Me If You Dare, She Who Dares, Wins, Truth and Dare, and The Model Marine. She is also in the anthology Spirited, and the proceeds go to help literacy. Her books have received nominations for the RITA's, Holt Medallion and Write Touch Reader Awards. She is the author of the biography Joss Whedon: The Genius Behind Buffy and a contributor to several anthologies. She is also one of the nation's leading entertainment journalists and has interviewed countless celebrities including Tom Hanks, Nicolas Cage, Tom Cruise, George Clooney and many more. Her entertainment columns can be read in more than 600 newspapers across the country. Candace also runs a free online writing workshop for more than 1800 writers, and teaches comprehensive writing class. She does film reviews with the Dorsey Gang on New Country 96.3, and is the President of the Television Critics Association.

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  1. You’d think he’d have sense enough not to annoy a writer. *g*

    The only Christmas memory that comes to mind off the top of my head was the year we went to my aunt & uncle’s when they lived just down the highway from where we live now (we lived in the St. Louis area at the time). They owned a mobile home park and they had so many people visiting, all us kids had to sleep across the street in a rental home they owned. Talk about a bunch of kids running wild! LOL! We laughed so much, we kept falling out of bed, literally! Of course, it was a pretty worn out mattress which didn’t help. But it was a lot of fun. :)

  2. My favorite memory is the year my brother and I woke up very early and were going to sneak downstairs to look at the presents except there were no presents, only my parents asleep on the floor, surrounded by wrapping paper and tape.


  3. memories

    Favorite memory:

    The local fire department would have one of their men dress as Santa Claus. this Santa Claus would ride the fire truck delivering christmas gifts to children who wouldn’t otherwise get gifts.

    the custom of my family would be to meet at my in-laws home on Christmas Eve. This included my husband’s brother and his family and his sister and her family. Big get together. there were no gifts under the tree–yet. Then we would all go to Mass together(the 5:30 Mass not the midnight one). The children would never notice that it took PaPa (cajun for grandfather) a few extra minutes to get out of the house and into his car.

    On this memorable evening, as we were all returning from Mass, the fire truck and Santa was just one block away from the grandparents home. My nephew Derek leaped in excitement. Santa Claus!

    he was the first out of the cars when we parked, tearing up the driveway, shouting, “Santa was here! i saw him!!”

    he ran into the living room, stopped dead when he saw all the gifts under the tree that weren’t there before. he said in awe, “There really is a Santa Claus!”

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