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The House On Sunflower Road

A Writer's Prayer

As writers, we put ourselves out there for all to see, and the only dressing we finally get is in the comments coming our way; comments that layer our nakedness piece by piece until we are dressed. And when we are fully dressed we do the process all over again. For what worth is a work if no one touches it with their eyes, if no mind falls into the story, and in the leaving no weight of connection propels a response? Elizabeth
March 2, 2010



The 'walks' of my mind!

Many things walk through my mind; it changes with the choice of time. For instance, during the day, I tend to write with a conscious eye, with a temperance toward word choices, almost as if I've an invisible watcher editing my thoughts before they find print; now, night time offers a different stage for my writing, I feel the mellowing of my words, my fingers fly across the keyboard with the courage of a Delilah, and thoughts sing a purer truth as the cover of darkness cheers me on. It seems most problems find an answer with only the light of the monitor in front of me. The darkness of the room lets my imagination have a free hand, no censoring of ideas, or judgment sitting on my shoulder.

The 'Memory Chair' -

"This...sitting around the fire," Wa`si said, "reminds me of my father and his friends. They would sit around the campfire gathering up its energy and before long there would be sharing time. The one designated to talk held the 'memory chair' until his story ended." He paused, as though his story mimicked the moment as the fire's strength entered into him, giving his words newly found power. "When I reached manhood, at sixteen, I was allowed to sit with the group. It was from these stories passed around from the one in the 'memory chair' that I learned the meaning of honor, and the importance of everything relative to what's around us. Best of all, I was taught that a strong man can show meekness without being weak...and shed tears without feeling shame....

Cherokee Proverb

Don't let yesterday use up too much of today!

Friday, June 5, 2009

Endorsements for THE LONG NIGHT MOON

"I love Elizabeth Towles' writing. She writes with a poetic eye and brings scenes and people alive with her description, yet never slows down her story." --Judith H. Simpson, aka Rosalind Foxx, Sara Logan.

"I read the final draft of this story in the beautiful North Carolina Mountains one weekend. It was difficult to put Elizabeth's book down and on reading the last page, I wanted to immediately pick up her next book."--Virginia G. Sykes, licensed Marriage & Family Therapist.

A note from me--ET.
I sincerely hope when this book is read, the people, and the story remains in the heart of the reader. Elizabeth Towles

Thursday, June 4, 2009

'The Watcher'..text from The Long Night Moon

"Tell me about Norman Normans," she said. She watched Wa`si's eyes go suddenly round.
"So you've met 'The Watcher'. When was this?"
"Well, he came here on the day you left with Nunda, wait a minute. What did you call him? The Watcher? Are we talking about the same man?" Her eyes mimicked his.
"We are. That's what my people, and others, call him. He seems to have a third eye that sees things...guiding him where's trouble, especially in the last few years."
"I don't think we're talking about the same person, " Darcie said, shaking her head.
"Tall, skinny, drives a Bookmobile?" He saw the doubt still on her face. "Years ago, he showed up in town driving an old Volkswagen loaded with books. His story was that his mother, a librarian, died, leaving him with thousands of books. He lent them without charge and people soon got used to him. He seems harmless enough, but..."

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Book Release

Some moments later, he pointed toward the sky, "Look there, it's a full moon. My people call this The Long Night Moon since it happens around the time of the year's longest and darkest nights." He kissed her cheek. "It's a good and me...seeing this together." His voice went soft. "I've heard it rumored that when lovers see the full moon, life will bless them, but only, if their hearts are right."
"You just made that up, " she punched him.
"No," he shook his head. "No, the legend of The Long Night Moon has been..."'
"Sssh, I'm not talking about that part, it's the lovers' thing. And you did, too...make it up."
"What makes you say that?"
"I saw your right eye twitch," she snickered. "It does that when you're teasing me."
"Okay, little Miss-Know-It-All; but it sounds right...don't you think?"

Qualla's Folly, a house that holds trouble within its walls. See you there, Elizabeth.

This book is out in print now. Please contact me by email: or this blog site, or 704-536-5134 or My friends (listed above) will be waiting to greet you. I've asked them to be on their best behavior...but we'll see.... Elizabeth Towles