Monday, March 23, 2015

Nick's Cover Reveal

Hello, I have been one of the Walking Dead.  I had a bad allergy reaction from a medication I took for an upper respiratory infection.  I am better.  But enough about me-Today I want to shine the spotlight on Nick Wilford's latest endeavor!  

Nick's cover reveal!  The cover was created by artist,
Rebekah Romani. This collection puts the extremes of  being  human under a microscope. It includes four pieces previously published in Writer’s Muse magazine.

Cheers, Nick!   I love the look of the cover-the wonder of how does our inside world pair with our outside one.  
Nick-I am anxious to read your book~

 Nick is a Writer, Stay at home dad, and Freelance editor, and was a  journalist.  You can learn more about Nick at 

Title: A Change of Mind and Other Stories
Author: Nick Wilford
Genre: Contemporary speculative fiction
Release Date: May 25th 2015
A Change of Mind and Other Stories consists of a novella, four short stories and one flash fiction piece. This collection puts the extremes of human behaviour under the microscope with the help of lashings of dark humour, and includes four pieces previously published in Writer’s Muse magazine.
In A Change of Mind, Reuben is an office worker so meek and mild he puts up with daily bullying from his boorish male colleagues as if it’s just a normal part of his day. But when a stranger points him in the direction of a surgeon offering a revolutionary new procedure, he can’t pass up the chance to turn his life around.
But this isn’t your average surgeon. For a start, he operates alone in a small room above a mechanic’s. And he promises to alter his patients’ personality so they can be anything they want to be…
In Marissa, a man who is determined to find evidence of his girlfriend’s infidelity ends up wondering if he should have left well alone.
The Dog God finds a chink in the armour of a man with a megalomaniacal desire to take over the world.
In The Insomniac, a man who leads an obsessively regimented lifestyle on one hour’s sleep a night finds a disruption to his routine doesn’t work for him.
Hole In One sees a dedicated golfer achieving a lifelong ambition.

The Loner ends the collection on a note of hope as two family members try to rebuild their lives after they are torn apart by jealousy.

Preorder Links: Amazon US, Amazon UK
Add it on Goodreads

The collection contains my first novella written two years ago, as well as stories written up to five years ago, so it's been quite a long time coming together. I'll be getting more and more nervous approaching the release date!

Monday, February 16, 2015

Hope, Promise, Love

I hope your Valentine's Day was nice.  Mine was spent with the power going off -with lightening and hurricane like winds.   This is the second time in a week-we have lost the power.  A transformer blew Thursday.  And on Saturday we had strong winds and lost the power again.  

Now, we are under another winter storm advisory.  So, I am baking like a Ninja and like a Girl Scout trying to "Be prepared."

Over in the Imaginary Garden, Karin inspired us with this challenge:

"Your task, should you choose to accept it, is to write something born out of a promise. This can be a promise of yours or of someone else, or of some remembered or imagined someone else.  Or of a remembered or imagined you! "

I took the challenge of making Valentine's in non-traditional colors.  I thought of the song, "You are my Sunshine."  I sang it to both of my kids, when they were little.   And let's not forget The Beatles, "Sun, sun, sun here it comes..."   

I also thought of one of my favorite poets- e.e. cummings~

 I was fortunate to have my hearts published in The Stampers' Sampler.   Thank-you, to editor, Devon Warren~


Promise song
 etches pink-gold
faith buds
heart's topaz
hugs cherub
mountain's moments measure
waking violets tender as
green roses ripening
in pocketed sunshine
ripening roses green
as tender violets waking
measures moment's mountains
cherub hugs
 topaz heart
buds faith
gold-pink etches
song's promise

©Ella Wilson

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Monday, Monday

Monday was not like any other day.  Now, I have that Monday, Monday song stuck in my head.  I have seen signs of spring here which will likely be glazed over with ice by tomorrow.  What is it like in your neck of the woods?!

Over in the Imaginary Garden, I attempted the Sunday Mini Challenge, hosted by Grace.  I ended up with two poems, when company arrived-I set them aside.  Then my son arrived later that evening.  He brought his fur baby, Wade.  I was thankful for the nice day and we spent most of it hiking and being outside. 

   So, I am going to attempt to write a poem based on Cuban poet, Carilda Oliver Labra.   Grace shared with us that she is one of the most influential poets in Cuba.   A lot of her poetry is influenced by social causes and philosophy, but her main theme is love.  Her poetry is erotic-which I found difficult to write.  It seems my issue was not enough or too much.  I struggled.  I used a line of Carilda's poetry*______*.

Anchored Hope

Constellations freckle my
 eyes with Shamrock gold
as prophesy unfolds
*where have you fled with your wild box full of hearts*
harbor ebbs n' flows 
I carry spring's umbrella
as thunder rolls
sea's song tangles
ropes towards
home port's

 Rose quartz kisses
paint strawberry blush
white skin's canvas
as red cardinal's song
opens mind
spring's sacred prayer

 Shoals bewitch 
Cape of hope 
 my spare blue skirt
hopes your sky 
will lift my sails
white pearl wishes hidden
 midnight souls
who heed
tide's lullaby. 

©Ella Wilson 

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Struggling with SADD

I haven't had SADD-Seasonal Attention Deficient Disorder this bad-since I lived in Alaska.  Ifelt justified to have it there. The land of the so many extremes-tons of snow blowing, in the Anchorage dust bowl, the arctic blast of frigid air, and the lack of daylight.   Here in the south-I feel I shouldn't be afflicted.   We do not have any snow, but the lack of sunlight and gray dove sky is altering me.  I think losing my beloved furry best friend suddenly-is part of it.

 I have written lines of poetry, but I felt nothing I wrote was worth sharing.   I realize now, being away from the blogging community probably hasn't helped.  Everyone is so kind and respectful,  as we share our corners of our world.   I have become like origami.  I folded and tucked myself away.  It isn't my style and embarrassing to admit.  My family always reminds me I shouldn't share things like that, but it is the truth.  Besides, when we share we usually find out we are not alone.

I was published in Art Journaling magazine about dealing with winter.  I have not seen the issue, yet,  I reread the words I submitted the other day.  I wrote about finding our happy.  Poetry makes me happy-so here I am listening to my own advice.  This and I think I need to try painting again-play with color.  Yes, we need to create our own sunshine, when we lack it.   We need to embrace the playfulness that makes our inner light shine.


Thank you, to Stampington editor, Amber Demien-she is a joy to work with~

Over in the Imaginary Garden I shared a prompt:

“The “Kumulipo” is an old Hawaiian prayer chant that poetically describes the creation of the world. The word literally means “beginning-in-deep-darkness.” Here darkness doesn't connote gloom and evil. Rather, it’s about the inscrutability of the embryonic state; the obscure chaos that reigns before germination."

*The chickadee has nothing to do with my poem-I just like it.

I added to the challenge of picking some symbolism from where one is born and to write about the before process of their poem.   I was born in Vacationland-a nickname for the state of Maine.  I know the natives do not agree-at this time.  My family has 76 inches of snow.

 The Chickadee is the state bird and we are known for having sixty-one lighthouses, besides being known for Lobster, potatoes, tall Pine trees and Blueberries.

Foggy Shoals

Bare branches prison  moon child's eyes
Opal's fire hidden
beneath foggy shoals
in slate blue cracked earth
between tweets and dove
 gray inked pages.

An island appears
sputtering waves
in salty seaweed
creatures squawk in
strange tongues.

Hidden clock
floats in circles
of  bittersweet
dreams, parchment, and double click Cosmos.

Scarlet rain appears
falling stars
gray rose garden
 boundary lines of self
are redrawn.

©Ella Wilson 

Thursday, January 15, 2015


For Christmas I received a class called BE STILL-52.   It is a class about photography and finding calm by Kim Klassen.
YOU can see Kim's work here!   She is so talented-her photos have this ethereal quality, calmness and charm.

  I am sharing my first assignment.  Each week for 52 weeks of the year I will share a photo.  I am trying to find more calm in my world-so I hope to reflect this in my photos.  

Honestly,  I am a bit overwhelmed.  I don't have any professional editing software.  Right now, I am using  PicMonkey.   I  like all of their options and easy access,  but I can see many of the class members have taken her classes before or have the software I want to own-someday. Some members are professionals.   Then I think it doesn't matter-it is a learning process and we all have to start somewhere.  

My word for  2015 is BOLD.   I like to be creative, but I struggle putting myself out there.  It goes back to the bullying days of my youth.  I see these bullies on FB and I can still hear their taunts.  I was bullied in elementary, middle school and my so called friend in high school said rotten things about a group of girls and when she was cornered told them, I did it.   Six mean, bruiting Tomboy- like girls torturing me down the halls of my high school.  I didn't know my so called friend did this, but I found out.  

 No wonder-I am an introvert!  

Long story short-with all the school comments about my art, starting at 4th grade on up.  I feel panicked to share myself, sometimes.  I recently watched a documentary about Vivian Maier's photos.   She kept her creative side hidden-how sad.  It takes a lot of gumption and guts to put yourself out there, be open to ridicule, and insidious comments.  

 Most of the time our art reflects our inner world, our memories, our thoughts, our opinions-it is difficult to express how much we are tangled in our creativity.  'L@@k at me',  is part of the process.  I struggle with this part.  I worry will I come off like I am bragging if I was published.    I can feel my inner child cringe, when I share my art, my news, and sometimes my poems.   It does gets easier- the more we do it.  I know no one is immune, when we hit publish, share a snapshot, share our book-any facet of ourselves is a risk.   I know I need a stronger backbone.   Any thoughts or where I can get one?!

  1. 1.
    (of a person, action, or idea) showing an ability to take risks; confident and courageous.
    "a bold attempt to solve the crisis"
    synonyms:daringintrepidbravecourageousvaliant, valorous, fearless,dauntlessaudaciousdaredevilMore

  2. 2.
    (of a color or design) having a strong or vivid appearance.
    "a coat with bold polka dots"

  1. 1.
    a bold typeface or letter.
    "difficult words and phrases are highlighted in bold"

How do you feel when you share?   Do you feel too 


I would love to hear your thoughts on how to handle your 

inner doubt.   Damn,those demons that still follow us 

through childhood and haunt us.  

 “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."

                                                          - Anaïs Nin

Monday, January 12, 2015


I am behind in life these days.   I saw my daughter come and go. She is back at college, classes resumed today.  She packed most of the items in her room to move into an apartment in April.  I am sad, I won't have another summer with her.  She will be home for spring break and then we help her move hours away.

My beloved four legged hound past away after the New Year.  I took him to the vet last month. We discovered he had Cushing's disease, but they couldn't rule out liver cancer. He lasted a month and I saw he was suffering and I had to do the right thing.  My heart hurts~

 My son actually got a puppy yesterday that resembles our beagle who had one spot on his forehead.  The puppy's name is Wade Wilson.  Yes, based on the comic book character in Deadpool.  This hound has two spots on his forehead in the shape of the number 8.   I haven't seen him, yet, but plan to meet him this weekend.  I did receive some photos.

Rest in Peace my humble hound!  We miss you, Buster~    My son Larry named our beagle after
Bugs Bunny's son Buster from Tiny Toons

Thank you, Buster for all  the love n' joy you gave us~

 Wade Wilson-my son's puppy.

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Love, Light and Laughter

I hope your holiday season is filled with love, light and laughter~ 

I hope the magic of the season melts your heart!