The Seabirds is finally available!
Aslan is on the move folks. Under the shade of the grand Colorado Rockies, I heard the call, the whisper that change was in the air.
Better to do what he made you to do than wind up in heaven, looking down awkwardly and mumbling, "But all my art supplies were in storage."
The frenetic singing to Cuanto la Gusta started up and Edie began to sway. “You and your sisters were singers in a hip underground jazz club. You must have picked up some of the new moves. Why don’t you teach us how to swing a little? Horatio, come here! Peter, you take Piper. Lorelai, you can demonstrate with Frank.
You spend weeks, months... years. A paragraph here, a chapter there. And then, all of a sudden, you have a story. It has a beginning, an end. It even has a middle.