Born in a small, Illinois log cabin . . . No, that won’t work. The pampered only child of incredibly wealthy parents . . . No, that won’t fly either. Raised by French nuns after her aristocratic parents were beheaded . . . No, that’s been done! Got it: An East Coast transplant to the Pacific Northwest, this notoriously late bloomer began her new life with a new career as a writer and blogger. She has taken to both the new location and the career move like a duck to water. Writing is a new adventure, and our intrepid risk-taker is diving in, feeling right at home and making new friends. Reached for comment, she replied, “Okay, I wrote my bio, now may I Please go out and play?” We expect great, or perhaps merely more coherent, things from this writer. (Okay, that’s a wrap. What a wacko!)
My image was of a large lion headed man who walked through the opened door. On his head was a crown tilted at a rakish angle . After looking around the room he began growling “Welcome to my home.”
Playing detective. Not a spoiler. But I have a theory. Did she become one with the house once she opened it up to enter? The house is frightening. To be absorbed by a house, is scary. This is the fantasy I draw from your mystical words. You did magic. Creating a plane of existence beyond this one. I wonder why the image of this house should be so disturbing & make one think of ghosts & death? Great writing. Fun imagining but I am not so certain it is all in our imaginations. 😉
Hello, the secret keeper. No, I don’t believe the house ate her. I don’t do houses that eat people. Maybe I should do a sequel – from the other side of the door. I’ll have to think about it. If I do, I’ll let you know. 🙂
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March 14, 2014 at 2:17 pm
Scary! Jill
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March 15, 2014 at 10:13 am
Jill, it was supposed to be! 🙂
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March 14, 2014 at 9:31 pm
I enjoyed your verses. It must have been curiosity to enter within or ????? Now my curiosity is engaged.
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March 15, 2014 at 12:12 am
Or an enchantment. Now if only we knew her fate …
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March 15, 2014 at 10:02 am
My image was of a large lion headed man who walked through the opened door. On his head was a crown tilted at a rakish angle . After looking around the room he began growling “Welcome to my home.”
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March 15, 2014 at 11:09 am
Very interested, Have a wonderful day friend 🙂
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March 15, 2014 at 11:10 am
Thank you, my friend, and you as well.
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March 15, 2014 at 11:14 am
Awesome … riveting!
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March 15, 2014 at 12:08 pm
Two words that say a Lot! Thank you, Theresa. 🙂
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March 19, 2014 at 9:20 pm
Playing detective. Not a spoiler. But I have a theory. Did she become one with the house once she opened it up to enter? The house is frightening. To be absorbed by a house, is scary. This is the fantasy I draw from your mystical words. You did magic. Creating a plane of existence beyond this one. I wonder why the image of this house should be so disturbing & make one think of ghosts & death? Great writing. Fun imagining but I am not so certain it is all in our imaginations. 😉
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March 23, 2014 at 5:20 pm
Hello, the secret keeper. No, I don’t believe the house ate her. I don’t do houses that eat people. Maybe I should do a sequel – from the other side of the door. I’ll have to think about it. If I do, I’ll let you know. 🙂
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April 3, 2014 at 2:17 pm
Reblogged this on hocuspocus13.
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April 3, 2014 at 6:45 pm
Thank you very kindly.
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April 4, 2014 at 5:53 am
You’re Welcome
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