Kindred Spirits

But only in theory.  Lucy Maud Montgomery may have had a better handle on how to get her words in print.  I alas, too often hit a wrong key when I am on my last sentence and out the window goes my brain work. That’s what happened last time I wrote a blog post.  It set me back to no writing at all — the the possibility that I posted this very title and not content.  I wanted to say that I had the night before lucked into a TV showing of Anne of Green Gables, my all-time favorite. Worth losing sleep.  I’m sure I’m not alone in finding inspiration whenever it is my good fortune to walk on famous writer’s ground.  Twice I have visited Ms Montgomery’s Silver Bush “one of the happiest spots in the world” on Prince Edward Island.  Even took a carriage ride over the property and enjoyed fresh-baked molasses cookies and tea in the museum run by Campbell relatives.  The video scene where Anne and her best friend/neighbor stood on those unusually red cliffs prompted me to seek out my photos.  Could have been the exact location.

“I’ve found out at last what makes the roads red.  It’s a great comfort,” says Anne.  Lucy Maud had a gift for dialogue unique to her characters and I never tire of rereading her stories I’ve acquired for my library.  My Anne of Green Gables Journal is so beautiful with illustrations and quotes that I have never to this day written a word onon the lines.  Examples of kindred spirit thinking:”I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn’t it?”
And “Don’t you feel as if you just loved the world on a morning like this?”

Diverse Reads in Modern Format

I have a fairly recent (hard to keep abreast of so prolific an author)
Nicholas Sparks and an old Jeanette Oaks (final in one of her many series) on my  i-pad 2. I loved the “book feel” of turning pages so much I’ve read Sparks  twice. But meantime, my daughter, Marti, has filled this online “bookshelf” with  shelves and shelves of old children’s books. Some sounded so quaint in language style we laughed our heads off reading aloud to each other. An anonymous version  of  The Three Bears was amusing and one we’d never read. The  illustrations, alone, dated it to at least back to my childhood or earlier. In  public domain, these are freebies.

I’m thinking I need to check out  the shopping cart for It Doesn’t Grow on Trees. Only recently I have  learned from AuthorHouse, the publisher, that they now have my Junior Chapter  book available in eBook format. I love that story. Haven’t even checked on the
price, but I know I’ll love the chapter beginnings and endings so carefully  crafted–by me. And then there’s that wonderful page turning feel. If anyone  reading this gets to it first, please report in.