Dec 30, 2013

Gapstow Bridge

Located in one of my favourite places, Gapstow Bridge serves as a hopefully memorable location for a Central Park scene in PLEDGE.


“Stories you read when you're the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you'll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit.”
― Neil GaimanM is for Magic

Dec 24, 2013

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas. Wishing all our friends and family a special day full of love and joy.

The cookies are set out at our house...and outside far in the horizon, one can almost hear the reindeer jingle bells echo as little boys and girls of the world lay their heads down to sleep. 

Wish you all a goodnight, and sweet dreams.

Dec 22, 2013

Updated Webpage

Check out my updated webpage at: L. A. Cadieux Here you will find new information posted on REVERIE, the first book in the Knights of the Quadri Trilogy. 

Dec 19, 2013

Swiftly Approaching 2014

Well, I've finished the fourth season of Downton Abbey. It's safe to say, a rewrite of REVERIE would help to usher in and celebrate a swiftly approaching 2014. This is a book that keeps on giving.

With two weeks scheduled off from work it's time to get down to business---and of course enjoy the holiday season. It's a little early, but the stockings have been hung from the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon will be here.

We haven't put out the milk and cookies yet, but Christmas is just around the bend.
'Twas the Night Before Christmas
Major Henry Livingston Jr. (1748-1828) 
(previously believed to be by Clement Clarke Moore)

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"

Dec 16, 2013

White Christmas

White Christmas - the ultimate holiday classic.



"All dream but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was in vanity, but the dreamers of the day are dangerous, for they may act their dream with open eyes to make it possible." T. E. Lawrence