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...

Just a short post today because I am a little sad. *sigh* My precious kiddos are staying with my wonderful parents for a few weeks. (Thanks mom and dad.) I miss my parents all the time since they live so far away, but now I also miss my kids. To E & J: I hope you guys are having a great time. We miss you both so much. We will see you soon. Love you!

Storms were beginning to roll through the countryside as Anne solemnly sat by the window. Sorrow filled her soul with such a morose emotion. It enveloped her whole being as she quietly looked out the window. The feeling of the cool damp windowpane against her forehead was comforting. Anne’s thoughts had a resolve all their own, much as she tried to keep him from her mind, her traitorous thoughts kept bringing him back to where she would rather feel the numbness. 'Why?' She wondered. ‘ A person should have control over such things like their own mind, but to think about him caused so much unbearable pain. I longed for him to be here beside me, home again. But alas, the new world called to him, and he answered her.’ Nights were the hardest for her. Anne could go through the tedious times of the day with a perfect front of being in control of the servants, the large manor she lived in and business affairs that needed to be dealt with. It was the dreaded night that she helples...

Was it the blacktop road that made the night seem so dark or was it just her mood? Maybe it was the fact that she had been driving for hours and she was getting tired. Christine didn’t know which, but she did know that the further she drove away from her hometown, the darker her mood became. She didn’t want to move, but her employer hadn’t given her a choice…or maybe he actually did. The choices were to transfer or find another job, but quitting was not an option Christine could afford, so she boxed up her life and left her family and friends behind. Christine looked at the clock on her dash for the thousandth time and sighed impatiently. “Three hours to go,” she mumbled to herself. Tired of listening to the same CD for the last few hours she switched the CD player to radio, but static was all she heard coming out of the speakers. Her favorite radio station was gone. She knew it wouldn’t reach this far out. It was just another reminder of all that was familiar to her was being left ...