Debra Zannelli Author

The last book in the Sister World Series took the longest to write but I am so proud of the responses. Thank you to everyone who took the time to review the book; thank you Ameila

Aurelia Hulls	Sun, Feb 15, 9:00 PM (14 hours ago)
to me

I just got the reviews posted and thanks for writing your book.

Living with the aftermath of a disappointing Super Bowl. I was sorry the Patriots lost, though just getting to the Super Bowl is a big deal. What I really hoped for was a more exciting game. There’s always next year. Cudos to the Seahawks. They played a great game. I have to say that going to a friend’s house to watch the game and eat all the things I don’t usually eat is a lot of fun, whether we win or lose. Segway, writing a book and seeing it published gives this author a great feeling of accomplishment and though I’d like to be a bestselling author, I’m happy to have been able to write and publish my books. It’s not easy and lots of love and hours went into them. I love my word children.

I’ve learned that my thought for the day which turned into thought for the week may now be a thought for the month. This one is February’s, though I hope I’ll have at least one more thought.

“I will not go quietly into the night.” Those words were used in the movie Independence Day, but they are a variation of the poem “Do not go gentle into that good night” by Welsh poet Dylan Thomas.  You can take this in a way personal to your life. As we age, we might think of it as fighting the inevitable , there is an end to all things. I wrote my books for love of the story, to express in fiction some of what I’ve felt and have experienced in my life. Marcus does not go gentle or quiet into the darkness Gregor gave him. That is my version of this expression. Yes, we don’t want to age, but neither should we be quiet when darkness descends upon us. Funny how that is a nice transition to the prequel to Dark Night, so I add, do not step quietly into the Darkness Descending.

I wrote this poem after rocking my baby to sleep.

Line by Line

Sleeping curled upon my lap, 

while rocking to and fro,

is my one and only child of flesh,

born not many years ago.

He is not my first born,

for deep within me lives,

all that are my hopes and dreams,

the words I long to give.

I’ve written down all that makes me, me.

What I’ve seen, wished for, my every goal,

the words I have written,

are the children of my soul.

I love words, sung, written, spoken,

their passion and their power.

Mankind could never have come so far, 

for it is words which makes man tower.

Above all creatures, mankind towers,

in his ability to leave a trace,

of what he’s learned, where he’s been,

that time cannot erase.

I live for my children,

my son and my words too.

I want them to live on,

and be proud of what they do.

In silence I pray,

for the skill, and for the time.

Time to write my thoughts, my hopes,

to live out my life, line by line.

Debra Zannelli  8/96

If you’ve read anything by me, you know I love dogs. A hot summer day and the ice cream truck was coming. We had money for ice cream this time. I was running up the road to catch him before he turned the corner. Chipper, my dog was right behind me.  The truck slowed, a leg kicked out and Chipper fell to the ground. The leg came out of the truck again, slow enough for me to catch.

“He bit me.”

It was a lie. Chipper was behind me. 

“Did it feel like this.” Before I let go of his leg I bit him.  Not hard enough to get through his sock but strong enough to put fuzzies in my mouth.

I figured we’d never get ice cream again, but a couple of weeks later the truck came with a new driver. I turned to see my mother smiling, Chipper licking her cheek. 

I love to dance, though it is harder on a moving boat.

My recovery took six months. During that time, unable to work, do anything around the house-not such a big deal- only chew soft foods, at least I could have ice cream, and take care of my son-the worst thing-I had a lot of time to think about me. Who was I and who had I wanted to be. That’s when I wrote Dark Night Of The Soul. Luckily I got better. I went back to being a mother, a wife and the checking account manager at Chelsea Groton Savings Bank. I didn’t publish the book until I once again had free time. That’s called retirement. Now the book is available everywhere as a hardcover, paperback, ebook and audio book. Tonight at midnight the third episode will be played as a podcast and as of tomorrow morning it, and the episodes you might have missed, can be listened to at your convenience.

Some monsters walk in the night, others live inside you.