Hi Paige! Thanks for finding the time to stop by my blog. Especially considering that your new book, Hellsbane, came out yesterday! You must be over-the-moon!
Writing was never a foregone conclusion for Paige Cuccaro. She once had dreams of being a psychologist, a pediatrician, a school teacher, a photojournalist, a bartender, and/or an EMT. And then she met her husband and her world came into focus. Being wife and mother are her highest priorities and greatest joy. But escaping to the fanciful, sexy worlds twirling through her mind is an absolute necessity. Putting those worlds, and the cornucopia of characters that people them, on paper is just plain fun.
Paige lives in Ohio, with her husband, three daughters, three dogs, three cats, a parakeet and a bearded dragon named Rexy, in an ever shrinking house. When she’s not writing she can be found doing the mom thing with a book in one hand and a notepad and pen in the other. Ideas come without warning and the best way to stimulate your imagination is to enjoy the imagination of someone else.
When I asked Carmel what I should talk about, she suggested something Holiday related to keep with the season. I kind of perked up at that, and thought, “Oh yeah! It’s almost Christmas!” Which was instantly followed by, “Oh, yeah. It’s almost Christmas.”
I’d totally lost track of the time of year, but with good reason. My family and I just moved into a new house. The move started on November 18th (my birthday) and as of today (December 7th) we’re still not done. Ugh…
Moving through my birthday was no big deal. My birthdays notoriously suck (my fault. Low expectation, teamed with self fulfilling prophecy= annual birthday suck fest.) So ignoring the anniversary of yet another trip around the sun was no biggie. But moving during the Thanksgiving holiday totally threw a wrench in our traditions.
Too busy cook the traditional turkey I’ve done every year since I got married, I had to order Thanksgiving dinner. Our new dining room table hadn’t arrived yet so we ate off of the folding card table surrounded by boxes of our accumulated stuff. My children are older, 20, 18 and 15, but we’ve had our holiday traditions since they were little and the upheaval of the move had them missing that holiday spirit.
They all agreed that it didn’t feel like Thanksgiving. But when my youngest asked me if we were even going to have a Christmas this year, I was shocked. I missed our old traditions too, but I knew I wouldn’t let anything stop me from making our time together over the holiday special, traditions or not.
I decided to do what I could to save Thanksgiving and give my family some of that warm fuzzy holiday feeling despite the new, slightly less than ideal situation. After dinner, instead of filing into the living room to sleep off the turkey in front of the TV, I had my daughters pick a board game. (Made sense, I mean we already had the card table up.) We sat around that tiny wobbly table for hours, playing games, talking about school and friends and hopes for the new year. And somewhere along the way we let go of our disappointment over lost traditions and realized that the real tradition, being together, was what made the holiday FEEL like the holiday.
So yes, to my youngest child. We WILL have a Christmas this year. It may not be exactly as you remember, but I’ll be there and so will your dad, and your sisters and through us, and you, it will feel like Christmas.
Turns out there’s really no such thing as tradition. I mean, even long held traditions change every year. Kids grow up, move from the little people table to the adult table. One year they bring toys to the holiday gathering, the next year they bring boyfriends. One year they’re full of teenage attitude and a few years later their chasing their own future teenager around the holiday table. Life is ever changing, and traditions shift to accommodate. The only real constant is our love for people dear to us. Hold on to that, and you’ve held on to the best part of any tradition.
So what about you guys? Anyone else struggling to hold onto old holiday traditions, or muscling through new ones? What do you hold most dear about the holidays?
Thanks, Carmel for letting me post today. Surprisingly, I found it very cathartic! *smile*
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Emma Jane Hellsbane always knew she was different, but she had no idea she wasn’t even human. Well, at least she’s half-human. She’s half-fallen angel, too, and now dear ol’ dad wants her dead. All the Fallen angels want all their troublesome offspring removed from the mortal coil so she’s trying not to take it personally. Besides, she wants him dead just as much. Her father’s death is the only way she’ll be forgiven for his sin, stop those pesky demons from trying to hack off her head, and have any hope at all of getting back to a normal life as a wicked slick Intuitive Consciousness Explorer.
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I review Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance books with a focus all things werewolf. Based out of Ottawa, Canada