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Charles settled into the giant, ornate throne, trying not to think about how hot the old Santa suit had become. Years ago, he’d handled the heavy garment better. Now that he was in his eighties, though, it had become fairly uncomfortable. Well, he thought to himself, At this point in your life you’re always either too hot or too cold. He geared himself up for the first day of his favorite time of year. There was a bright smile beneath his bushy white beard: Let’s do it for the kids! [Click title to read post ...]
Life has been, well…life. That should pretty much cover the range of ups and downs, shouldn’t it? I’m sure by now you’re all sick of hearing about my books (and if you’re not, you can find them on the Writing Page). So I thought I’d post a general update today, and go back to a couple of the more pleasant topics I’ve enjoyed blogging about in the past. [Click title to read post ...]
The Dragon’s Hound Tales now also available on Barnes and Noble. [Click title to read post ...]
There are many stories about dragons out there, but this collection of three short stories gives the theme a new twist. The main characters and hero(s) of the stories are Greyhounds. In “Willow and the Dragon”, readers will meet Willow, as she first encounters the Old One, a great golden dragon which is terrorizing her master’s kingdom. In “Dragonsbreath”, the second encounter with this great beast occurs, with an unexpected outcome. “Blackdragon” follows the story into the next generation. [Click title to read post ...]
I apologize for indulging my frustration. This story is an expression of that, as yet again, we’ve entered “dumpster season” up here on our little Middleburgh mountain. [Click title to read post ...]
I received word today that, after the death of my dear friend Judith Simpson, who was also senior partner of Lost Bard Books, the surviving partners have decided to dissolve the company. All rights of contracted work are being reverted to the authors and artists. My thoughts and thanks are with them, I know this has been a difficult time for all of Judy’s friends. [Click title to read post ...]
Six Days. Only six more days.
On the first of November, the 2009 round of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) launches, and I leap into frantic first-draft mode. My story will be a sequel to a mid-grade mystery novel which was written a number of years ago. It made a feeble attempt at being an [Click title to read post ...]
©1993, Gayle Nastasi
Some people equate hell with an eternity of fire–that bottomless lake of flame and torture reserved for the minions of the devil. Personally, I think going to hell is like drowning in rice pudding. You think everything is sweet and creamy until you try to take a breath and suck a raisin [Click title to read post ...]
©1994, Gayle Nastasi
The first day of pixie-school was a disaster. Twinklestar’s father had been transferred from the far side of the forest, and she and her parents had just moved in. Twink kicked at the fluff of a dandelion, and a shower of tiny white umbrellas danced on the wind.
“I hate it here–all [Click title to read post ...]
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