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A Magical Place

Behind my office door lies a magical place…

A Magical Place

“Behind my office door lies a magical place… filled from floor to ceiling with tangible, nostalgic bits and pieces of days gone by. One-of-a-kind treasures—plucked from auctions, antique and used furniture stores, and garage sales—melded among cherished, family heirlooms.

When I step through the door, it’s as if the walls enfold the memories around me. I’m a naive child again, filled with the wonder of life’s possibilities.

Childhood places hold no limits or boundaries for dreams, fantasies, creativity… or imagination. I can safely meander to distant destinations. Hold fast to whomever I choose. Stay for as long as the enchantment endures.

For as long as my fingers can type… for as long as my heart can sing… for as long as my mind has memories, I write happy endings, and right the unhappy ones.

 

~ C L Gillmore – Novelist and Poet


The Tangible Somethings and The Intangible Memories
“Bits and Pieces” – A Behind the Scenes Writing Perspective
From Poet and Award-Winning Author, C. L. Gillmore

 

 

 

A Magical Place

 

Excerpt from A Friend Request, sequel novel to Uncommon Bond

Excerpt from A Friend Request, sequel novel to Uncommon Bond~

Once a week, very early, sometimes before the sun was even up, the city garbage truck rattled down that alley with two ragtag men clinging on either side of the bumper in back. The men jumped down, banging the dented metal garbage cans and lids at each stop, and emptied the smelly contents into the awaiting truck. Then they hopped back on, pounded the side of the truck a couple of times with their fists and shouted to the driver who then rumbled on to the next stop, the next house down the alley.

As strange as it seemed, there was something comforting when I heard those noisy men and the garbage truck on that early morning route. Routine familiarity. Security in knowing that the night and the darkness were over and a new morning filled with light was beginning.

I felt a sense of relief in knowing I was safely through the night. Another night my friends kept me safe once again.

It’s interesting what a child remembers and what a child forgets, or tries to.

Lost in Thoughts This Christmas


Lost in thoughts this Christmas Day
Tender memories drift my way
Riding the winds of childhood joys
When we were the little girls and boys.


Christmas trees, tinsel and lights
New Pjs and the longest of nights
Cookies for Santa and whispered wishes
Farm sets, trucks, dollies and dishes


Away in a manger, Jesus and a star
Shepherds and Wise men traveling afar
Ruffled dresses, white shirts and ties
Love’s pure light through children’s eyes


Lost in thoughts this Christmas Eve
I pray that we may still believe
In all that’s tender, good and right
Within our hearts this Christmas night.


–by C. L. Gillmore, Christmas 2011