Tuesday Snippet and Globolinks needed

Help,  Help,…

Once upon a time, many, many years ago, I had a very strange book.  Or at least I thought it was very strange….in that cool “I don’t know what it’s about but it weirds out my parents, so I’m keeping it” way.  It is called Help, Help, the Globolinks!

Unfortunately, I didn’t get to keep it back then.  My mother was very adept at making certain books disappear.  Of course, now that I’m older and know about the opera it was based on, I sort of understand why she did it.  Not that I agree with her reasons, but I understand them.  And fortunately I did just find it via Amazon and Google, and now it’s on my wishlist for anyone who might be interested!

But I’m still looking for a few other books from my childhood that I would love to have.  And unlike the Globolinks, I don’t have a cool name or title to search for.  But if anyone recognizes a story that sounds something like this summary, please let me know:

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The main character is a lovebird, kept by an old man.  He’s sad, wishing he had a friend.  Then one day lovebirds from the moon come and he wants to go away with them, but the old man cages him out of fear of losing his friend.  Eventually the bird gets away.

I wish I could remember more of it.   I do know that it was because of this book that I fell deeply in love with the idea of someday having a pair of lovebirds.  Never a solitary bird…

So, if you have a clue as to what this book was called, please…  Please let me know.

Renewed Understanding and Freedom

For anyone who reads my ROW80 check-ins, it won’t be much of a surprise that I’ve been slowly spiraling downhill the past few weeks.  For that matter, given that I’ve forgotten to do the next to posts I promised for my Versatile Blogger Award, obviously I haven’t been keeping my ducks waddling along steadily or in a row.

In fact, I took this last week off to get back in touch with myself.  Sorry about the lack of posts and delayed replies (as well as the not visiting), but I wanted to spend my son’s school break with him (and my husband) and not always hiding away behind my computer screen.  It served two purposes.

Good things to consider when you are writing anything historical (or futuristic, depending on your society). Sandra’s post outlines some details of living in the past that many of of don’t consider (and some of us don’t want to consider)… Just remember this when you’re drooling over Viggo Mortensen and Liv Tyler… and imagining her after the ride from Rivendell covered in trail dust and horsesweat, and him covered in four day old orc blood.

Murders and Mysteries

Today I’ve got my friend Sandra Sookoo back for a visit. As you can see from the title she’s talking about clothes-the difference between now and 1863.

Though I love writing stories set in historical time lines, there are a few things that make such a venture difficult—namely the clothes.

Imagine your daily routine now: wake up to the alarm, stumble out of bed and into a nice, warm shower, blow dry your hair, put on makeup, get dressed in barely-there panties, a bra, some sort of shirt and pants then slide your feet into some sort of shoes. That’s it.

Now imagine yourself living back during the Civil War era, circa 1863. You wake up to no alarm. There were no electronic devices—or electricity. Most likely there are chickens around, roosters too that herald the dawn. No shower either, though running water was around in some parts more advanced…

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