On the Second Day of Christmas....Alinar brings to you...A Blog Post from Lily Graison

A Christmas to Remember


I can’t say that I’ve always dreamed of being a writer but I’ve always had a love of writing. And office supplies. Nothing thrills me more than pens, pencils, highlighters and paper. Christmas for me was almost always filled with gifts of the stationary kind. Not only did I like to make things up, I liked to draw.

The Christmas I remember the most was when I was ten. The box I’d been giving was big and we all know, as a child, the bigger the box, the better the gift, right? This was my thinking too and when I tore the paper on that box, the shock of seeing the picture of a typewriter on the cardboard tore a scream from me I can still remember. I stood up, box in hand and danced around the room squealing like a piglet. My mother was laughing and my father, as most father's usually do, was telling me to settle down.

I don’t remember many of the gifts I received that year other than a stack of bright blue paper. It matched my new typewriter, as you can see in the photo. (Yes, that is me - age 10) My mother’s sewing machine cabinet was the perfect size to create a small desk and she set me up in my bedroom, gave me a chair, and I typed out my first masterpiece. Then I typed out a few more.


What happened to those old stories, I’ll never know but I remember sitting at my makeshift desk, typing away at those little plastic keys and thinking I was the luckiest girl in the world. I had a typewriter. No longer would I have to scribble things down with a mere pencil. I could type them now! And I did. I typed everything, even copying down the TV Guide listings.

My little blue typewriter is no more. I have a laptop now and although it doesn’t make that nice little clicking ting when you hit the keys, I still love to write. I often wonder if that typewriter, and my love for it, wasn't what drew me back to those familiar keys years later when I typed out my first ‘real’ story. It was 160,000 words and, as always, a masterpiece. Not really but it cemented my love for writing. For telling stories and creating worlds I can escape to everyday. A writer’s life is never boring, regardless of how much we occasionally complain. How can making things up for a living ever be boring?

So tell me, what is the one gift you received as a child that you still remember? Tell me in the comments below to enter today's contest.







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Thank you, Lily for that story. I'm sure our readers enjoyed it but now its time for our contest! Lily has asked what your favorite remembered gift was so we'll use that as our entry today. Just comment on this blog post and let her know your answer. Please use the Rafflecopter form to enter. The directions are below.

But first, a few reminders...


Just comment to this post to enter. (Be sure you click the "I DID THIS" button on the RaffleCopter form after making your blog comment!) After you've made your blog comment, and clicked I DID THIS, the other 3 tasks will open. Do those tasks for extra entries into the contest if you wish.

We have 3 books up for grabs today. ONE winner will snag all three. We'll draw one winner and announce it tomorrow and deliver the prize at the end of the event.


Here's what we have up for grabs today: Kallysten's: Vampire's Concubine, Lily Graison's: Blame It On the Mistletoe, Candy Nicks': Choice of Moon Child Book

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