You're Invited...

Dear Visitor,

I know that's not your name and that you haven't actually visited me in my Cabin yet, but I've got a wonderful world I'd like to show you. I'm actually writing it as we speak. It'll take many visits for you to read it all. But after that tale is done, there will be many more.

I hope you'll stop by. If you return every two weeks, on one of the shelves in my bookcase I'll have another chapter of my novel ready for you to read: 'Alderland Book 1: Through the Everstorm'.

It's a literary fantasy tale. And it's been hard for me to describe, but have you ever looked at your stuffed toy animals you had as a kid or still have as an adult? I mean really look at them. Don't some of them, with their amber glass eyes... don't they look like they could talk? What if they lived their lives without humans? And what if one day, a girl who happens to be named Alice, returned? No she's not that Alice. But, what would it mean for those Stuffies to now experience the return of a human? Lots of questions, I know. I'm always asking questions. Sometimes I have answers. You'll get many of both. That leads me to my next hope.

Between my chapter writings, you might also consider joining me for a Cabin Visit. An informal, come-as-you-are, time we can spend together. I have lots of notions about what to do with the place (the Cabin), but I'd love your feedback and ideas just the same.

But... and I'm not sure I should mention it...

There's one time you shouldn't come to the Cabin. I could just not say a thing, and trust to luck, but there's a One in Thirty-or-so chance you'd make that trip anyway. But, prudence calls for judgment, so let me to warn you.

Don't come to the Cabin for a Night Visit on the eve of a Full Moon. Those nights, I won't be here, mostly. No I don't turn into a werewolf, and no I'm not secretly a vampire. I'm just like you.

But this Cabin, it changes those nights. Sometimes it tells stories of its own.

Well, I've gotten that off my chest.

I hope I'll be seeing you soon.

Warm Regards,

Your (Hopeful) Host.