A cry of a child is greater than the cheer of a crowd.
One reaches the heart of G-d, the other, the vanity of man.

Every writer, artist and musician has a secret they grind it into dust. The scattered shimmering crystals of their self-mutilated soul are then tucked behind every carefully chosen word, comma and inuendo.

To know the heart of the writer, listen to what he says and doesn’t say. Only when you have partaken of his essence can you know his secret, but you won’t tell others, for you can never tell the secret shared between you and a friend.

He told me that he had a bad case of writer’s block and hadn’t written a thing for a long time. I explained to him how to overcome it. He was skeptical at first, but he finally decided to take my advice. Within minutes, here is what he came up with. I’d say it worked very well.

Sanctuary

Regret. The harsh sting of secret lies. Heavy sighs and painful goodbyes. Slip under the sheets: a fabric fortress built of sweat and tears. Regret. A loss of hope and livelihood. Choking on our tongues, swallowing words. Buried in the shadows sprung from a snowy screen. Regret. The voices that keep you from sleep. The dreams of a brighter tomorrow that never quite came. The greener grass all turns to ash. Regret. Filthy speech. Steel, and twisted skin and bones. The path less traveled. Regret. The noose tied tight and the chair slipping beneath our feet. The fate of what will always be. The sharp realization of what never was. Defeat. Weak and tired. Regret. Despondent and ashamed. The picture frames on the ground. The vast silence in sound. The overwhelming sound in silence. Quiet you! For the moment: alone. So steal my heart, I’ll hold my tongue. And pray to pillows and walls that morning will eventually come.

Regret.

-Logan Ellis

1/29/2007

I’d say my method worked very well, wouldn’t you?

You wished me dead. It was you who kept turning the crank to hear the music of my demise. Twas you who opened the box in which you had locked me.

Surprise!

The music stops.
The Jack is out.
It’s a new game now!

Long before CBS presented Jericho on television, Rod Ellis wrote Flight in Winter and sent it out to a group of readers. The time frame for this is easily proven. They know who was here first. They know where the idea for the television show came from and they have read something much more riveting than CBS can deliver. To prove that point, The Saga, the first in the Flight in Winter series has been released on the internet so that people can read what CBS is failing to accomplish.

The movie and television rights for this exciting story are for sale but the offer better be serious. So, bring it on HBO, NBC, FOX, ABC and anyone else who wants something fresh and exciting for their viewers. Tell your friends to turn off the television and experience the REAL THING instead of watching some cheap knock-off. Read Flight in Winter - The Saga today.