HOW DID I COME TO CHOOSE THIS TITLE?
Firstly, I am so pleased to return to this site. I do hope you are all enjoying good health and life. My apologies for not writing for so long, but we had a huge house move and then illness. So time was spinning by just on the level of living!! But now I have returned and will soon be upgrading this site for another theme. I am so excited about that and hope I have the patience or the brains to do so.!! I was ecstatic to receive an unexpected invitation to join this famous set of authors all having the title New York Times or USA Today author or yet again best sellers. When I wrote my first book for Kindle six years ago, I never dreamt I would actually engage in a box collection with such prestigious authors.
After the excitement,of the offer, I calmed down and my beaming smile changed to a puzzled frown, I had to write a novella with a title inspired by a Christmas song or carol. Songs and carols burst through my mind. So many, but what title and what was the story going to be? As usual, I fell into my inner conversation, ‘Come on Katy, just think, think.’ Biting my lip, I caught my breath, yes, maybe … yes. A vision of a sleigh flew across my mind. There is one image of Christmas that always catches my imagination and that is Santa flying across the tree tops being pulled by reindeer that take him over the moon and through the stars. Yes , I got it … yes … a sleigh ride and there was even a song about it. Yes, I felt the tug on the heart as I captured the dream. I do believe a story has to pull on my heart for the reader to also feel those emotions, be it joy, sorrow, love; feelings which to me are the foundation of any story. Now I felt the tug, a sleigh ride.
I raced to the PC and booted it up, pulling up a bare page on the screen. Biting my lip; by the way, all my heroes or heroines bite their lip, I put my hands on the keys and wrote the title Sleigh Ride.
Six weeks later I sat back grinning, looking at the last line of the last chapter of Sleigh Ride. I hope you will enjoy reading this story as much as I did writing it through days and nights of dreams, ideas, inspiration, and hope. Finally, as is my habit the very end, I dash off to the fridge, open it, find a glass in the cupboard, and pour that celebratory glass of wine.