Women Writing the West

Where Have I Been?

I know I haven't posted on here lately, and I have a beautiful excuse. Elliot Eero Gray was born November, 21, 2011. I also went from working full-time outside of the home to hitting the keys on my laptop again. Its a refreshing feeling to be kept from a good night's sleep because of fantastic writing ideas and a gorgeous little boy. Expect to see more posts in the future!

Women Writing the West and the LAURA Journal.

As President-Elect for Women Writing the West, a non-profit association of writers and other professionals writing and promoting the Women's West, I act as the LAURA Short Fiction Awards Coordinator. The 2011-2012 winning short stories are currently up on the website. There are five fantastic stories to read, just the perfect length to click on and read from your phone while waiting to pick up the kiddos or to get in those last few minutes of reading before bed.

I am honored to be the coordinator for the LAURA Awards and to be a member of this prestigious writing community.

Please take a few minutes to check out the website: www.womenwritingthewest.org

On-line Interview

Check out Creativity Portal to read an interview about how I manage my writing while also being a full-time mom. Fun pictures and GREAT Website for all writers / artists.


http://www.creativity-portal.com/bc/molly.childers/careers-gray.html

Above Timberline

the wind carries a prayer-on the
breath of a blooming mountain willow,
the rush of a river bed, below the
beat of a hoof.

And in the creak of a saddle,
There I am.

On a crisp morning with
coffee steam rising
and the chatter of a magpie,
the crackle of campfire,

There I am.

For a memory may be no more tangible than
wrapping your arms around love
But no less real.

It is the end of the day-the sun
finally rests behind the
peaks of a mountain valley.
There I am.

Erin Jameson Gray
For Papa

From Shakespeare

"For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do, that dares love attempt."
Romeo and Juliet

From Twain

"When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years."

Twain, 1939