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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

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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!

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Another of our lovely animal characters--text from The Long Night Moon


This is Alex, an African Grey...and a smart bird, he is.


Under head feathers of a startling white, his onyx eyes looked out with keen awareness; his head tilted to either side, his stare fixated on Darcie.

He began lifting his feet, one at a time, his body rocking from side to side. "Hey, hey, hey, it's her Norman, I tell you...it's her."

He gave a sharp snap of his bill, and went still....
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  1. ElizabethJune 6, 2009 at 1:05 AM

    Alex, an African Grey parrot, comes from the Congo; these birds are said to be the smartest birds in the parrot family.
    And our Alex is the 'smartest' one of all. He steps into Darcie's world by way of a Bookmobile, and from the first moment his eyes spotted the young woman standing so close to his cage, he knew his role had been set.... ET

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