A Nyte's Tale

My twitter friend Loren has been very busy lately. His music is always wonderful and inspirational. He has a CD coming out this August. If you have never heard his music here is a link to his website. Here is the link: http://www.lorendigiorgi.com/home.html Please visit and listen to some of his music. I guarantee you will just as inspired by his talent as I am. One of my favorite quotes reminds me of Loren’s music: "Music is well said to be the speech of angels." ~T.Carlyle. Also, I want to tell you about a great guy named, Christopher Laney, who critiqued the first chapter of my book. Not only did he show me where my writing could be “tweaked and tightened” to make it better, he even spent over an hour with me on the phone Saturday giving me advice. I will forever be in his debt for the time he spent to help me better understand areas of my writing that I need to work on. Here is a link to his website: www.lessonsfromthecockpit.com Go there…learn…be inspired. Chris al

"Many people hear voices when no one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing." - Meg Chittenden That is pretty much true for this writer. Although I divide my time between staring at walls while my fingers rest on the keyboard and staring at the computer monitor with fingers tap dancing on the keys.

Claire sat on the threadbare chair, next to the fire, with her feet tucked underneath her to keep them warm. A book was opened on her lap, but her focus was on the heavy snow beginning to fall outside. Thick frost formed on the edges of each window pane, almost completely obscuring the view outside. It was early evening, not yet dark but soon it would be. Claire shivered unconsciously as she felt the outside chill creeping into her small two room house. She hated the winter because of its damp and drabness. Summer was her favorite time of the year, with its warmth and happiness. Summertime was filled with flowers, sunshine, visiting friends in the afternoon and plenty of food. During winter there were hardships to deal with and this winter was no exception. Her cupboards were already beginning to show signs of bareness. She forced her attention back to the page she had been reading, but she was unable to concentrate on the words. The impending storm had her worried because James was s