Remember When . . . Christmas Lasted 12 Days?

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I figured it was the season for some holiday factoids. =)

The Christmas season is about much more than a day: it is about celebrating the miracle and life of Christ. Just as we have the Advent Calendar to count up to Christmas Day, so we also have the Twelve Days, which follow Christmas and lead up to the Epiphany.

Surviving mainly in Europe today, the Epiphany is a long-celebrated day that remembers the arrival of the Magi. Literally “Manifestation,” the Epiphany is also the day taken to commemorate the second birth or baptism of Christ and the importance of God being made man through that act.

A couple years ago, I made up what I called Epiphany Boxes for my family, though more accurately they were 12 Days of Christmas boxes. I made gifts for each day, enough for the whole family, appealing to Christmas traditions. Over the next couple of weeks, I’ll share some of them on Wednesdays. =)

I’ll start today with The Christmas Star, for which I gave a star ornament for the tree.

The Christmas Star is one of the most questioned and most miraculous signs that accompanied the arrival of the Lord. It is this star that led the Magi to Bethlehem, this star that shone with a wondrous light to announce Him to the world. What was it? That is something that scholars and astronomers have been trying to discover for millennia.

Some say it is a miracle akin to the Pillar of Fire that God used to lead Israel out of Egypt. Others hold that it was a cosmic event such as a comet or super-nova. Still others hold it was an actual star and focus on the claim that it came to a halt over Bethlehem, which indicates it must be either the sun or Venus, the two “wandering stars” that halt in their paths.

Interestingly, that’s actually one of the reasons we celebrate Christmas on 25 December. The sun does “halt” on its north-south progression for three days, twice a year, on the solstices. During the time of Christ’s birth, the winter solstice was 25 December.

Today, we tend to look on the arrival of a star to herald Christ as either miraculous or just plain crazy. But it’s interesting to note that at the time of Christ, every great man was thought to be accompanied by a star when he was born. Similar cosmic events have been recorded for Alexander the Great, Abraham, and Saint Augustine. So for His followers, it wasn’t odd that a star appeared for him—it would have been odd had one not.

(If anyone wanted a doc with the script I used for the gifts and full descriptions of the presents to use as ideas for your own boxes, I’d be happy to email it to you!)

Story Time . . . THE LIGHTKEEPER’S DAUGHTER by Colleen Coble

Story Time . . . THE LIGHTKEEPER’S DAUGHTER by Colleen Coble

First, a note on me and mine. I’m being featured today on WordVessel, so stop over to read an interview and comment for a chance to win a signed copy of Stray Drop!

Now, onto the real topic of the day;-)

When I received The Lightkeeper’s Daughter by Colleen Coble in the mail, I was pretty excited. I haven’t had the chance to read much by Colleen, and since I love historicals, I was sure this book with the oh-so-lovely cover would pull me in straight away.

The set-up is that Addie was raised as the lighthouse keeper’s daughter in a remote island in California; she rarely got to see any people, except those shipwrecked or visiting the station. All her life, she’s plagued by nightmares where she is the one whose ship was lost, but her father always assured her it wasn’t so.

Only, it was. In the first chapter a gentleman shows up looking for her, claiming she’s his long-lost niece and the heiress to a sizable fortune. Now that her beloved father is dead and she’s left with an ungrateful mother who never cared for her, Addie is only too happy to realize that perhaps she has more family out there. The money she doesn’t give a fig for, but the chance to meet another father? That’s an opportunity she cannot pass up. Her uncle insists she go incognito until they can find proof enough to offer to the family. She doesn’t much care for the deception, but it isn’t all bad. She gets to be governess to her nephew and get to know her new family as the humble girl she is at heart.

Addie is a young woman of such blunt honesty that I can’t help but smile at her, and her naivete is endearing. When she meets and immediately falls for the handsome John, widower of her late half-sister, it’s easy for the reader to love him too. But all is not well in the redwood forests of her new home–someone has gone to great lengths to keep her away from her family all these years, and they’re not about to step aside now and let her into the Eaton’s uppercrust world without a fight.

I have to say that thus far I’m enjoying the book without being so engrossed that I can’t put it down. I began it several weeks ago, but then got sidetracked by the second two Twilight books and writing . . . I picked it up again yesterday and remembered why I’d put it down. While the story’s good and the characters are delightful, things were going so well that I just knew it was all going to fall apart in some horrific way, and I wasn’t in the mood for that, LOL. The unraveling began in the part I was reading last night, and it indeed made me sigh. But I confess I’m fully intrigued by the mystery now and eager to find out who’s out to get our lovely, outspoken heroine.

I have a feeling I’ll be a lot more enthusiastic about this one when I’m more than halfway through–it has a lot of promise, a nice setup for intrigue, and elements that you’ll gobble up if you’re a history fan.

Modern . . . Pirates–Arrrr!

That’s right, me mateys–pirates! Arrrrrr! Avast, ye scurvy dogs!

Okay, so that’s more modern pirate movies, but still. We can’t say “pirate” in my house without the pre-schooler going “Arrr!” =)

Anyway. I know I mentioned this last week, but I’ll give the basics again. A couple months back, I sent the first three chapters of a story to my critique partners. The hero is a reformed thief, which makes him oh-so-much fun to write. One of my critters, Carole, promptly sent the chapters back with, “Oh, your heroes make my heart flutter. If I weren’t a happily married woman, I’d be in love with your characters. You know what you need to write? A pirate story–a modern one. The historical ones have been done, but not modern. If anyone could do it, though, you could.”

Naturally, my little brain went, “Oo, oo!” On our walk that evening, I told David of the challenge, and he said, “Cool. Although modern pirates aren’t very romantic, so your hero might have to be a pirate hunter.”

Me: “Yeah! I could make him an ex-SEAL who went private to rid the high seas of the threat.”

David: “That could work. They could use a converted Russian corvette.”

Can you see the questions marks in my eyes? “Uh . . . what do sports cars have to do with pirates? And I didn’t know Russians had Corvettes.”

Insert David’s eye-roll here. “It’s a kind of boat, honey.”

So with that enlightenment settled, I let it stew in my head for a few months, combined it with something my other critique partner, Mary told me about Bedouins at conference in September, and voila! An idea! (Okay, so it took a while longer to get the actual idea, as I mentioned LAST Monday, LOL.)

I’m now four chapters in and having a blast with this. I had fun writing the lighthearted stories I’ve concentrated on for the last year, but I’ve missed the complexity and depth of a hard-hitting book. Given that my heroine has been seriously abused and comes from a culture far-removed from ours, I get to take a new look at some things we all take for granted–everything from the smell of a city to the luxury of being able to take some aspirin when our head hurts.

I’m learning a ton as I look stuff up for this, so I imagine our Modern Mondays will be full of random tidbits for a while. =)

Character Spotlight — Jason

From A Stray Drop of Blood

JASON

Jason Visibullis was born to a Roman father and Hebrew mother, and for most of his life he was not accepted by either side. After six years in Rome, studying and learning the craft of a warrior, he finds a place for himself in the military, many friends, and considers himself fully Roman.

When Jason returns to Jerusalem to serve under his father as a centurion, he is certain he will have no problem respecting his mother’s religion without letting it bother him. And though he has some definite frustration with the customs and traditions, the longer he is back in his father’s house, the more he begins to value the heritage his parents both embrace.

Jason is charming, sure of himself, and still has a streak of insolence. He is the glue that binds his group of friends together. He is handsome and strong, not the tallest of his friends, but not the shortest. He enjoys a riveting discussion on philosophy, so long as he emerges the victor of the rhetoric.

Though it takes him a while to admit it, he has a heart deeper than he had ever supposed.
“A boy had the right to leave home and find his way in the world, but a man . . . a man had to focus on deeper matters. Family. Faith.”

I’ve recently been seeing previews for a new USA show called White Collar, starring Matthew Bomer, and I thought, “He could surely be one of my characters!” He’s too cute to be anything but a lead, so here he is–Jason! =)

Thoughtful About . . . Anticlimaxes

Well, there I was. Fully aware that the calender had flipped to my release date. Fully aware that I would never have a release date for this book again (I mean, I already got two–that’s more than most people get, LOL). Fully aware that if I didn’t somehow pour some energy into my veins, I would be curling up on the floor into a puddle of exhausted goo before lunchtime.

When best friend Stephanie Morrill kept telling storied about her adorable kiddo kept her humble and anchored during the whole book-release process with cranky days and climbing all over the box of books, I laughed. When it was me whose big day was humbled by children up SEVEN TIMES the night before, leaving me with a whopping four hours of sleep, it wasn’t nearly so funny. Still, I tried really hard to get excited. I sent out emails. I posted blogs and Facebook statuses about it. I commented on the lovely Author Spotlight Patty Wyson had put up about me.

And then I dashed out the door to drop Rowyn off at my mom’s and take Xoe to Story Time at the Library. Fought with them over lunch, battled them back into the car, but Rowyn to bed. Rowyn, who hadn’t gotten nearly enough sleep the night before, WOULD NOT go to bed. I rocked him for half an hour and finally got him to sleep. Of course, rocking for half an hour also lulled me into semi-consciousness, so I had to go nap too.

By the end of the day, feeling more human, I was so ready for the excitement to bear some fruit. I was thrilled by the comments I had gotten on the various postings about the book. I was feeling pretty good, pretty happy, ready to take my place in the annals of history as a fabulous writer! (Okay, exaggeration. LoL)

And then my hubby said, “Log in to the store and see if we have any orders.”

Um, ugh. Nothing bursts my bubble like reality. Because of course there were no orders yet. Not surprising with a small press book on the first day, but still. Being me, I had hoped.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m still excited, I’m having a blast with these first days of promo, of holding those finished books in my hand and saying, “Wow. These are gorgeous.” But I’ve also resigned myself to the fact that, unlike in a book, each story in reality doesn’t have a definite climax. Or at least, not when you expect it. And that’s okay–because my story’s written by a fabulous Author who knows way better than I do where this plotline should go!

(Reminder–you can still enter to win a copy of the book at Patty’s blog through the 6th!)

Remember When . . . Caesar Appointed the King?

First off, a reminder to one and all that you can enter for a chance to win a signed copy of A Stray Drop of Blood by commenting on Patty Wysong’s blog between now and December 6. Today she has an interview up, which was tons of fun. Hop over and read it!

I thought for today’s Remember When I’d dive into the political of our Biblical days. When rereading Stray Drop, I noted a few places where I mentioned Israel’s lack of a king at that time. Since I was in “question everything” mode, I figured I’d better look that up–there was, after all, that Herod dude.

I found that technically speaking, I was right. Though Herod the Great (who ruled when Christ was born) had been given the title of King over all of Israel by Caesar, things changed with his death. And it was his own fault, too! He couldn’t decide which of his sons he wanted to take his place, so he divided the kingdom into three parts, called the eldest king, and gave the others lesser titles. This all had to be approved by Caesar, though, and he said, “Er, no. You can divide the kingdom, but no on gets to be king.” So they all got “arch” designations–tetrarch was Herod Antipas’s title. By the time Jesus is tried and crucified, Israel was down to two of Herod the Great’s sons, the other having been declared mentally unstable.

So the Herod we hear about during Jesus’ trial was the ruler of Galilee, the province Jesus was from, though not the one he had been in when he committed the “crimes” he was tried for. For that, he was in the realm of Pilate, who had been appointed as prefect of Judea when the third son went cuckoo-bananas. In Stray Drop I refer to Pilate as the governor, as the Gospels do, mainly to avoid confusion–one of my main characters is a military prefect over the Tenth Legion, and I didn’t want to use “prefect” for two very different characters and positions.

I enjoyed pointing out the irony of the sign Pilate hangs above Jesus: This is Jesus, King of the Jews. It had been a long time since Israel had had a king from their own ranks, one appointed by the prophet of God instead of Rome. Romans would have seen the claim as a joke, something mocking. Israelites would have seen it as a slap in the face.

We have the advantage of recognizing the truth in the mockery. That was Jesus–King of Us All.