Ask the Author: Ernest Chambers
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Ernest Chambers
An idea comes to me and if it stays with me long enough I will want to write it.
Ernest Chambers
Remember the story about the writing instructor who asked his class, "How many of you want to be writers?" They all held up their hands. "Why," he asked, aren't you home writing?
Ernest Chambers
Freedom. You can do it any place any time,
Ernest Chambers
Sometimes I walk and think about the writing problem until a solution surfaces from my subconscious.
Ernest Chambers
"CHRISTMAS IMPOSSIBLE". A middle grade novel about a boy who persuades a man who claims to be Santa Claus to make it snow for Christmas in L.A.
Ernest Chambers
SMELVIS- The True Story
Several years ago, my wife and I were upstairs in the bathroom of our home in Los Angeles when we heard a twittering sound in the backyard below. It sounded like birds or, perhaps, kittens.
We looked down below. It was nighttime and we could make out the black and white striped pattern of a mother skunk and four little babies. She led them to our recirculating fountain and gave them a bath.
A few evenings later, we were having dinner in the backyard when we heard a clattering sound. It was a skunk-- just one this time- eating out of our dog’s dish.
About a week later, we smelled that stinky skunk smell in the backyard. A skunk had taken up residence under our house, just beneath the kitchen. Whenever anyone stepped out in the backyard, the skunk sprayed—as skunks do—in self-defense.
The skunk had found a home and had no intentio of leaving. We called the Animal Rescue. A man came, set up a cage with peanut butter as bait. The skunk fell for it and was trapped in the cage. The Animal Rescue man then took the skunk away and set it free in the woods.
From that basis, after two or three years, of incubation, came the story of “Smelvis, The Two-Scent Skunk.”
SMELVIS- The True Story
Several years ago, my wife and I were upstairs in the bathroom of our home in Los Angeles when we heard a twittering sound in the backyard below. It sounded like birds or, perhaps, kittens.
We looked down below. It was nighttime and we could make out the black and white striped pattern of a mother skunk and four little babies. She led them to our recirculating fountain and gave them a bath.
A few evenings later, we were having dinner in the backyard when we heard a clattering sound. It was a skunk-- just one this time- eating out of our dog’s dish.
About a week later, we smelled that stinky skunk smell in the backyard. A skunk had taken up residence under our house, just beneath the kitchen. Whenever anyone stepped out in the backyard, the skunk sprayed—as skunks do—in self-defense.
The skunk had found a home and had no intentio of leaving. We called the Animal Rescue. A man came, set up a cage with peanut butter as bait. The skunk fell for it and was trapped in the cage. The Animal Rescue man then took the skunk away and set it free in the woods.
From that basis, after two or three years, of incubation, came the story of “Smelvis, The Two-Scent Skunk.”
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