This is the inspiration for plantation in my second novel Resurrection.

The Witching Hour

Contrary to popular belief, the elegant row of oaks that lead visitors to the front porch of Oak Alley Plantation were not planted to grace the drive of this prestigious home.  Instead, this beautiful historic house turned bed and breakfast was built where it stands specifically to take advantage of the picturesque avenue with its intertwined canopy of leafy branches that run the length of the drive almost to the banks of the Mississippi River. The vista is one of the most photographed in all of Louisiana, so the déjà vu you may experience as you walk up the path to the home is probably not other worldly. Cinematographers also enjoy the scenery as well, so you may have glimpsed Oak Alley on the small screen or silver screen.  Arguably its most famous film appearance was in the movie version of Anne Rice’s Interview With A Vampire.

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Heartbroken

A Cloud withdrew from the Sky

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A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
Superior Glory be
But that Cloud and its Auxiliaries
Are forever lost to me

Had I but further scanned
Had I secured the Glow
In an Hermetic Memory
It had availed me now.

Never to pass the Angel
With a glance and a Bow
Till I am firm in Heaven
Is my intention now.

Emily Dickinson
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My heart is broken tonight.  I cannot imagine what the families are experiencing in Connecticut.  I keep thinking about those poor babies and the terror they must have felt.  As a teacher, I keep thinking what would I do if I were in that situation.  It seems no matter how safe we think we are, these horrible evils keep happening.  Does this happen in other countries?  Do we just not hear about it? Or is this just our country floundering and sinking into an evil despair?
The media wants to make some kind of sense of this massacre, but really even if they do figure out why he did this, it really will not help.  Why would someone do something like this?  Evil does not even start to describe it.
My prayers go out…

Holidays

The holidays are here.  Thanksgiving came and went.  Now we only have two weeks until the children are off for Christmas.  I have so much to do so I’m making my lists tomorrow so I can start checking it off (which is absolutely the best part of making a list).

My apologies to my followers for my long absence!  Please forgive me.  This is a poem for the season and for all of my friends in the North who are getting a blizzard!

Snow-flakes

BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

Out of the bosom of the Air,
      Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
      Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
            Silent, and soft, and slow
            Descends the snow.
Even as our cloudy fancies take
      Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
      In the white countenance confession,
            The troubled sky reveals
            The grief it feels.
This is the poem of the air,
      Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
      Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
            Now whispered and revealed
            To wood and field.

Game Time

It’s game time at Tiger Stadium!  There’s nothing like LSU Football.  My four year old daughter and I are watching the LSU vs. Bama game.  It is sure to be an exciting game!  

Go Tigers!

Poe on Halloween

On Halloween I thought I would share some Poe with you.  This is one of my favorite Poe poems.       I hope you like it.

A Dream Within a Dream

By Edgar Allan Poe

(published 1850)

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

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The Death of a Loved One

A dear cousin passed away this week and I attended his funeral today.  This post is in his honor. Rest in peace Larry.  You will be truly missed.

To an Athlete Dying Young

BY A. E. HOUSMAN

The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
Today, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay,
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears.
Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.
So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl’s.

Phases

Ok, so I haven’t posted anything in a while.  So I thought I would share what’s been going on with my work (or what’s not going on with the work!)

For the last few weeks I’ve been in serious writing mode on my new book Resurrection the second vol. in the Bayou Blood series.  Since the book series is intended for struggling readers, my intention was to gradually make each volume a little more advanced in reading level so I’ve been spending a lot of time editing and trying very hard not to use too difficult of vocabulary and etc…

I had to take a break!  I start to over think things. So I decided to take a vacation from my Louisiana Vampire world.

Since I’ve had a sick child all week, it’s been a perfect time to snuggle up with him and read.  I didn’t think I would get so addicted to the series that I would lose sleep trying to find out what happens next, but I did!  I am reading Richelle Mead’s Bloodline series, which is a spin-off of the Vampire Academy series.  I’m totally addicted to it.  One of my favorite characters from Vampire Academy is now one of the main characters in the Bloodline series. (Adrian Ivashkov)  So, good job Richelle!

P.S.

My son is all better now and back at school.  My fingers are crossed that nobody else in the family gets ill!

Much Love From Louisiana! – Jill