Ladies and gents… welcome to another installment of #WriterWednesday, this time with the fabulous Robin Covington, a fellow Entangled Publishing peep, whose first book will be released in just a couple of weeks.
And because it’s May, and hot, Robin’s gonna talk to us about Christmas. Because that’s how we writers roll.
Without further ado, here’s Robin:
Now, even on the best days it can be hard to summon the muse and get words on the page. I have an evil day job (EDJ), a husband and two kids under ten — so sometimes I’m just plain tired. And, this past weekend I sat by the pool with the two previously mentioned kids and the temperature hovered in the low 90’s (finally! I like it hot!) it was a challenge to summon the spirit of the Grinch — forget the jolly old elf!
So, I went for the proven method to get me in the mood to write romance (get your mind out of the gutter!) — music. I pulled up my 1000 song playlist of Christmas music and hit “play”. Suddenly, the water guns and pool floaties disappeared and were replaced by Christmas trees and twinkly lights. Well . . . not really but it did help get the words on the page.
These are the top five songs that helped summon the Spirit of Christmas not-so-distant-future:
- Santa Baby by Eartha Kitt
- Baby, It’s Cold Outside by the Glee Cast
- I’ll be Home for Christmas by Michael Buble
- Maybe Baby (New Year’s Eve) by Sugarland
- Snow Globe by Matt Wertz
Since I asked for it, Robin was kind enough to share a bit of she wrote at the pool. I dunno about you, but I want to read more.
Even though he’d been in the United States for almost eight years, his demeanor still screamed “I’m sexy and British” and when he spoke it was like a sucker punch to her libido. Man, she wanted to hear him whisper dirty things in her ear with that accent. Colin Firth, eat your heart out.
With a slow grin, he pushed his glasses up on his nose and eased his hands into the pockets of his well-worn jeans. The sleeves of his button up shirt were rolled up to reveal the lean, muscled forearms dusted with the dark blonde hair that also laid in unruly waves on his head and frequently over his forehead and into his eyes when he needed a haircut. He needed one now and she bit back the reminder just perched on the edge of her tongue. Instead, she let her eyes travel down his long, lean form and back up again. Damn, he even made a sweater vest look good.”
Robin lives in Maryland with her hilarious husband, brilliant children, and ginormous puppy. You can find Robin on her website, Facebook and Twitter (@RobinCovington).