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Wednesday, September 30, 2009
8:03 PM | Posted by Terri Osburn | | Edit Post
Arr, mateys! We're fearsome pirates, and we'll be seizing your vessel and giving you a broadside of Christmas cheer, even though it be October! Arr. Ye'll be thanking us for it when we be done.
Ahem. *clearing throat* Sorry, I think I had a parrot stuck in there. So maybe that's not what the commercial side of Christmas really feels like, but I have to admit, it comes close. I despise Christmas creep. I resent it when my Starbucks breaks out the red holiday cups before Hallowe'en. I grouse when it's barely November and stores start playing schmaltzy carols. In my dimly-remembered childhood, I recall a Thanksgiving barrier. Once upon a time, it was not until the end of November--sometimes, not even until the middle of December--that the holiday season started.
Alas. Christmas has run amuck on the high seas on the holidays, taking plunder without letters of marque from royalty.
Given my strong feelings about this, how do you suppose I reacted when my agent asked me to write a Christmas story that was going to be released not in December, not in November, not even in late October . . . but on October 1st?
Let me recount the conversation.
Wise, inscrutable agent: So, HQN has asked if you'll contribute a novella to their October anthology, a Christmas collection.
Me: Christmas? October?
Agent: Mary Balogh will be headlining, along with Nicola Cornick--
*in the distance, the sound of breaking glass*
Agent: Uh, do you need to get that?
Me: Oh no. That was just the sound my scruples made when they crashed and burned. Shazam! Yes, I'll do it.
Agent: Don't you want to hear any of the details?
So there you have it. I'm a cheap floozy when it comes to my principles on Christmas Creep. But that's okay. Just call me Courtney Milan: Plunder Bunny.
Because I should share the booty, the first person who can give me a source for "plunder bunny" alongside a requisite quote from the Main Hero of that work will get a free copy of the anthology. Oh, and one random commenter will get another one, too. So, let's talk about fine leather jackets and how much we despise Christmas creep in all instances except romances. Arr!