Thursday, August 8, 2013

Comic Con - Boston

   Last weekend my family and some friends all ventured down to Boston to attend our first Comic Con. I being the crazy one on the family of course dressed up as a black Fairy. No one else wanted to dress but after spending the day at Comic Con, they are planning their costumes for next year's adventure.
   We didn't know what to expect, there are tons of comic book dealers, and manga writers, guest appearances from tv and movie stars, but the coolest thing was the amazing costumes that people came dressed in.
   One man came dressed as Bumblebee from the Transformers, and was amazing. He must have been standing on stilts because he stood about 7.2. I only have a picture of him from the back when he was leaving but you'll see what an awesome job he did making his costume.
If you ever get a chance to attend a Comic Con, whether it be in San Diego or Boston or where ever it travels to. Go! It is so much fun!!!!!!

Thursday, June 6, 2013

The RMS Titanic

  When I was a child, my father and I watched the 1953 movie "Titanic" with Barbara Stanwyck and Clifton Webb. I remember watching in disbelief and astonishment that this beautiful (unsinkable) ship could be brought down by the powers of mother nature and human error.
   I grew up always curious to learn more and more of the facts about that fateful night.
   Now at a much riper and wiser age, I find that, I am no longer curious about the breathtaking ship, but am obsessed with the ship and its passengers. Whether it be about the construction of the boat, or the type of China used in the dining room, I need to know more. The all consuming obsession has taken me to doing a lot of research on my days off from work.
   To all of you who watched the lovely little romance that James Cameron shared with us in his 1997 "Titanic" the real movie you should watch is his "Ghosts of the Abyss". Here you can see his love and obsession come out in amazing form but you also feel the amount of energy he put into making the Titanic movie. He (being very rich and able to afford this) commandeered a vessel loaded with high tech equipment and submersible cameras and went out to find the final resting spot of the Titanic. That really was so much better then the 3 hour epic he did in 1997. Now don't get me wrong, I have watched his "Titanic" movie several times and do like it, I think I just wanted more about Everybody!
  Anyway, I recently watched "Titanic, Blood and Steel" which is a really cool miniseries put out by Encore. I also just found this great website which I love.
   I have decided to start my next story and guess what it will be about? You are correct and very smart if your answer was the Titanic.
I do have one cute story to share, it's a small piece about one of the survivors, Violet Jessop

Violet Jessop, an ocean liner stewardess and a nurse was one of the survivors of the Titanic. She is also well known for surviving the Britannic in 1916, the sister ship to Titanic. Violet also survived an earlier fiasco in 1911, when she was aboard the RMS Olympic, when it collided with another ship, HMS Hawke. She passed away on May 5, 1971 of congestive heart failure.

Obviously, this woman shouldn't have been on any of those ships.

Have a good day!

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Vacation - Too Short, But What An Amazing Time!

   We have just come home from a week in Cancun, Mexico at the Now Sapphire Resort and what a shame we had to come home.
   If you are looking for a place to get married, spend your honeymoon, or just get away from it all (like we needed), this is the place to go. My husband, my son, his best friend, and myself got up at 2:00am on Saturday, April 20th and headed off to the airport for our long awaited, very badly needed, vacation. After, what seemed like a week of traveling (but in reality was only 8 hours) we arrived in Cancun, Mexico where the weather was an amazing 87 degrees.
   I had spent, ALOT of time planning this vacation, looking for the right resort, the perfect island (or country) and had stumbled upon the Now Sapphire Resort. I took one look at the picture above and said "That is where we are going on vacation".
   The Now Sapphire Resort is an all inclusive resort that offers everything for everyone. The rooms are comfortable, clean and nice with the option of having your porch overlook tropical view (very private) or an ocean view. The refrigerator in the rooms comes stocked with water, soda and Corona beer (by the way, Corona is heavenly in Mexico, not like our American Corona) and doesn't cost a penny to drink it all.
   There is entertainment, if you wish to partake in any of the water, beach or pool activities. I played bingo poolside everyday while sitting by the pool bar. Every night, there is something going on, not only for adults but for teens and kids also.
   The food is amazing! If you don't like buffet, there are 5 restaurants in which to choose from (again all inclusive), no reservations necessary except if you would like to have a private dinner with your honey under the stars, on the beach (this did cost extra, but was so worth it).
   Everyone who works there is, how do I sum them up.....Fabulous!
   We are so going back next year, and are telling everyone we know that they have to go!!!!


Thursday, April 11, 2013

Dear Anonymous

Dear Anonymous,

   I would like to thank all of you who have written the wonderful comments about my blogs. It is such a pleasure to sit and write but an even better feeling to have all these fantastic comments.
  Thanks to all who think I will one day be a popular author. Hope you have checked out my short stories on and leave reviews. That is the only way I will begin to grow as an author.
   Thank you again!!!

E. L. Gross

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Les Miserables

   The other night, my son and I sat down to watch Les Miserables. He actually said that he wasn't going to watch it but would stick around for a bit. He also stated, something to the effect, that he couldn't stomach a whole opera.

   There are many stories intertwined that meld perfectly in this beautiful and majestic adaptation of the book written by Victor Hugo (also known for The Hunchback of Notre Dame).

   It begins with the peasant Jean Valjean (Hugh Jackman, totally unrecognizable, at first) - a man unjustly imprisoned, and all the other prisoners singing "Look Down" as they drag one of the French ships into its hold while being watched by the prison guards.

   Valjean, upon his release into parole is baffled by destiny, and hounded by his nemesis, the magnificently realized, police detective Javert (Russell Crowe).
   Trying to forget his past and live an honest life, escaped convict Jean Valjean risks his freedom to take care of a young girl whose mother has died during a period of political unrest in Paris.

   Anne Hathaway plays the young girl's mother, Fantine. In a desperate attempt to support her daughter, she sells multiple things (hair, and teeth) and eventually becomes a prostitute. Anne Hathaway gives one of the most amazing performances, I have ever seen portrayed, all the while belting out "I Dreamed a Dream".

   This movie commandeers everything of 1815, France, the grit, the political turmoil, the strength in the hearts and minds of the people, and the fierce love of it's characters. The wonderful cast includes
Amanda Seyfried, Eddie Redmayne, Samantha Barks, Helena Bonham Carter, and Sacha Baron Cohen. (The last two actors will have you singing "Master of the House" for the next few days).

   The musical score is magnificent, and captures you from the minute it begins until the credits roll.

   My son, sat through the whole movie and has since downloaded many of the songs. He has just made a special request and asked me to buy the movie.

Yes, it is that good!!!!!


Sunday, March 31, 2013

It Must Be Spring

   It must be Spring and not because of the date or the fact that one of my bushes has little buds on it, but because of the way all my animals are acting.
   The dogs (of which there are three) are acting insane. They are demanding to go out every few minutes. We let them out, they spend about 15 minutes outside and then they realize that it is still a bit chilly unless the sun is beating down on them, so they come back in.
   You are probably saying, "Why let them out that much?" Good question...Glad you asked.
   You see I have three very different types of dogs. The oldest, Molly (and meanest) is a Patterdale Terrier, she is small like a Jack Russell and black, she is almost blind and deaf (the reason for her meanness) but still feels that because she is the dominant dog that she has to kick start any barking. If anything happens in this house she must bark.
   Then we have the middle dog, Trapper (the largest). He is the smartest (bird dogs usually are) and best trained. He is the dog that is able to run around outside on his own and never leave our property. The problem with Trapper is, he can't make up his mind whether to be in or out.
   The last dog, is our two year old mutt, Butch. Half yellow Labrador (his head and his length) the other half beagle (height). He is very much duck footed and kind of resembles Tyrannosaurus Rex with his short little legs. Very lovable, very cute, but extremely stupid. We like to tell everyone that he has a sunflower seed sized brain knocking around in his big skull. His deal - wants to be where ever Trapper is (although, unlike Trapper, Butch does not listen.)
   So, they go in and out, in and out.
   Another wonderful aspect is, they have started the insane and needless barking. We close a cabinet, they bark. We walk into our own house, they bark. We say "hello" on the phone, they bark. A leaf blows by the window, they bark. It drives us nuts.

As I am writing this, all three dogs have started the insane barking again. I have to go, must sell three dogs Cheap!

Monday, March 25, 2013


   Does anyone remember the game, Operator?

   It was a game we played when we were kids. Everyone sat in a circle and one person would whisper in some one's ear. It didn't matter what you whispered in the person's ear just as long as no one else heard it. The person you whispered to then whispered what you said to the next person and so on, until the whisper went around the whole circle back to you.

   What normally happened was that by the time the whisper made it back to the person who originated it, what they whispered had become totally convoluted and not what they said at all.

   I have found that small town living, where something that one person says can make it around the town in less then two hours, and not be anything like what the original person said.

   Problem is, by the time it has made it around town it has turned into something mean and condemning to someone and everyone who has heard now believes it.

   Don't people know that spreading rumors can be one of the most devastating ways to hurt a person. I think more people should think about the kid's game Operator before repeating something. It never comes back the way it started.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Exposed; A Gnome’s Destiny

   He sat on the table, his face still sticky. At least the temperature was comfortable in here, opposed to what he was subjected to last winter with the cold air outside. The snow, that was the worst part of it. The cold, wet, penetrating snow, which seeped into his every nook and cranny, and froze him to the bone. It snowed so much last year that it reached above his hat rim. The white film would cover his eyes for weeks. He missed the sun during those times.

    It bothered him also, how they would come outside to shovel and not bother to clean him off. He could hear them talking about him. Always the same thing, “Poor Oscar, we should really bring him in.” or “Look at Oscar, he’s a mess”. Never the less, they never did bring him in.

    Then, as if overnight, the winds changed, coming from the south now, bringing warm salty air to brush off the layers of white firn. The sun emerged, growing warm at first, but with each passing day, it grew hotter and hotter. His skin grew dry and brittle and his beautiful green hat began to peel. He could feel the rosy circles on his cheeks fade away, while the soft white of his beard sun-bleached out and the original dull wood shone through. Once again, he prayed for a change in the weather.

     There had to be more to his life than this. Back at the shed, where the old man sat every day, creating his cousins, they all knew that joy filled days lay ahead. As the old man sat, lovingly painting a face, a hat, a coat, he would tell them stories of past friends who had gone off to join other families and sit in beautiful gardens filled with honeysuckle and sweet roses. He promised that life would be filled with laughter and the warmth of a family’s love. He told them that they were the magical ones, who healed lonely hearts and who brought happiness wherever they traveled.

     Here he sat, dry, peeling and scorched, Oscar, the shunned gnome. This family has humiliated him and he wanted nothing more than to complete the cycle and rot away. They didn’t need a gnome; they needed a pet rock. Although, he has witnessed this family, sitting on the large rock across the lawn, laughing and sipping cold drinks during the hot days. If only they had remembered him, sitting over here in the overgrown daisies, parched and praying for a bit of cool water.

     Even his attitude was beginning to rot. Magical gnomes were always happy (at least that is what the old man said) that is why their cheeks were always so rosy and round. Then why was he left standing in the dirt, alone, on the worst of days and nights. Once, during a big storm, a strong wind lifted him right off the ground. It twirled him round and round then spit him out in the middle of the family’s fields. They found him days later, front hand broken off, his little gold bell, missing. The mother carried him back to his spot, all the while telling him, he was due for a washing and a paint job. That was…actually, he could not remember when that was.

     He was giving up hope. Seriously, anticipating the next big wind, to pick him up and blow him straight into the next county. He could not handle another hot summer or cold winter, he just couldn’t.

     Then yesterday, yes, it was just yesterday, when the colossal miracle happened. The mother came outside with her son. They went straight over to Oscar. They were discussing his ragged appearance, but they were walking towards him. “Oh no!” he thought, “Was this it! Was he going to end up part of the fire wood pile?” Oscar’s heart raced and he felt more paint peel off as he tried to contain himself.

     Gently, the mother reached down and picked him up, cradling him in her arms. “Poor Oscar.” She said sympathetically “We are going to get you back in shape”. She began to brush the dried dirt off his face and looked deep into his eyes. “Sorry, we let you get so rundown.”

    Oscar tried to smile but his wood was so dry he was afraid of cracking. Then he saw the boy open the back door and for the first time in his life, Oscar entered the house.

   He sat on the table, his face still sticky. He had been washed, dried, primed, and painted. The mother and son had done the whole thing in two days. Two whole days, of absolute, attention and loving for Oscar. When they finished, he had a beautiful, blue coat with a black belt, pewter trousers, and handsome black shoes. His warm little cap had also been painted pewter to match his pants. The best part was his smile and round rosy cheeks were back. He was happy.

   They had discussed putting him back in the garden, but changed their minds when the father came home. He was so amazed with Oscar’s transformation, that it was he who decided, that Oscar becomes an indoor gnome. “After all,” he said, “Norman is an indoor gnome”.

   Oscar didn’t know who Norman was, and he did not care. Never again, would he suffer the wilds of the great outdoors. Never again, to have extreme temperature changes. He was going to be an indoor gnome.

   The family invited friends over that night for dinner and the house filled with laughter and happiness. Everybody noticed Oscar and admired his new garments. He thought he could not be any happier, until later that evening, he was lifted from the table and brought over to a windowsill. There on the sill sat a small gnome in green and red. This was Norman and they became friends instantly.

   The old man had been right. His life, from then on was filled with laughter and the warmth of a family’s love. They were the magical ones, who healed lonely hearts and who brought happiness wherever they traveled.

Exposed; A Gnome’s Destiny by E. L. Gross copyright 10/3/2012

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Word To The Wise

   I would like to leave a short note - everything that I post on this blog whether it is cover images, stories or my personal posts is copywritten and recorded. The books and their covers have recorded isbns and can not be reproduced without my permission. Thank you. E. L. Gross

Sunday, February 24, 2013


   It snowed again today, but I truly do not want to discuss this. We stayed in and decided to check out the movie Argo. Wow!
   I have to tell you that I am not a fan of Ben Affleck. As of right now, he has gained so much respect from me, not only as an  actor but as a director also. This movie was so intense, scary with its realism and deep that I actually found my self holding my breath in the last 15 minutes.
   Ben Affleck portrays Tony Mendez  a CIA operative,who led the rescue of six U.S. diplomats from Tehran, Iran, during the 1979 Iran hostage crisis. I remember watching the news with my dad and so many of these scenes brought back the horrors and fear that we felt for those people who were being held hostage while Iran retaliated for the U.S. giving shelter to the deposed Shah.
   Alan Arkin, John Goodman, Victor Garber and Bryan Cranston are some the other big name actors in this movie, but every actor deserves recognition for an  amazing job. Affleck as a director pulled their strengths and has created a very impressive movie.
   Here is the synopsis from Wikipedia;
   Militants storm the United States embassy in Tehran on November 4, 1979, in retaliation for the US sheltering the recently deposed Shah. More than 50 of the embassy staff are taken as hostages, but six escape and hide in the home of the Canadian ambassador Ken Taylor  (Victor Garber). With the escapees' situation kept secret, the US State Department begins to explore options for "exhiltrating" them from Iran. Tony Mendez (Ben Affleck), a CIA ex filtration specialist brought in for consultation, criticizes the proposals. He too is at a loss for an alternative until, inspired by watching Battle for the Planet of the Apes on the phone with his son, he plans to create a cover story that the escapees are Canadian filmmakers, scouting "exotic" locations in Iran for a similar sci-fi film.

Great Film!

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Winter Wonderland?

   Today is February 21, 2013 which means that in one month it will be March 21, which means it will be the first day off Spring.
   I have always been a true lover of the Winter, Spring and Fall but never of Summer. Winter is gorgeous with fresh snow and crisp temperatures. I live on the side of a mountain in a tiny town in New Hampshire, this to many means glorious, sun filled days of skiing down mountains filled with fresh snow. To me it means, sitting by the fire, watching a great movie and watching the snow fall.
   I love winter so much that my dreams of retirement in 10 to 15 years (sounds like a jail sentence) was to move to Alaska. Alaska is fabulous with its small towns, plentiful wildlife, and multitude of majestic views. We traveled there and I fell in love. I am writing a book that takes place in Alaska and one of my favorite shows "Northern Exposure" (watch this show if you have never seen it, a real keeper but hard to find) takes place in Alaska. My husband is always willing to try anything, my son said he would never visit except during the summer. My dream has always been there and to me it made sense.
   It made sense up until this winter. We were having a horrific snow storm, with lots and lots of snow, crazy cold temperatures and howling winds. My husband was sick but was still determined to start the shoveling. Our shoveling is not just the front path, it means the back porch so the 3 dogs can get out, it means the path to and around the hot tub including the cover so that it doesn't break, it means doing a path to the generator so it will work if we lose electricity, it means clearing an area in front of the horses stalls (if you can get down to the barn) so you can open their doors and let them out. As I said, my husband was determined to shovel, so we bundled up and headed outside.
   After four long hours of this, we were achy, cold and very tired. I put my shovel down and looked at my husbands frozen face, huffing and puffing, he asked me if I was alright? I just looked at him and told him straight out that there was no way in hell that I was moving to Alaska.
   He laughed and said how about the Florida Keys (he knows I would never live in the state of Florida, but the Keys, I can deal with). I picked up my shovel, smiled at him and said "The Keys it is!"
   Thank God, Spring is only one month away! If it snows again, I am staying in bed till it melts!!!

Thursday, February 7, 2013

I'll always love you (food that is)

  After five years of not traveling, my family is finally going away. We are heading to Cancun during a school vacation and I thought it might be nice if I tried to lose a bit of winter weight.
   As I have mentioned in older posts that I LOVE to eat. Doesn't matter much what it is, healthy food, junk food, in my mind, food is food and I just want to eat. So I put a moratorium on myself and have convinced myself that eating Special K for breakfast, snacks and lunch truly fills me up. Obviously, I am crazy, because my brain is actually yelling at me to have a cheeseburger.
   I also decided it was time to get back into doing my yoga routine and my Wii Fit. The Wii Fit almost had a stroke when I got on it and did a body test. It gave out this horrible "OH" and then proceeded to tell me just how overweight I am. It also informed me that by carrying this much weight brings me to the age of a 57 year old. NICE, since I just turned 50 last month this made me so depressed, I wanted to go eat!
   For three weeks I worked out five out of seven days, watched what I ate (yes, Special K), and made very healthy dinners and no bad snacking. When I did my body test again, I had lost 2 pounds. The next day, all I did was work out and drink water and I gained one of those pounds back.
   I quit! If someone knows of one of those fabulous miracle weight loss tricks, let me know, I really need to be able to fit into a bathing suit come vacation time.

Meanwhile, I run around the house singing Fat Girl to the tune of Batman. Take care!

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Rave Reviews

Had To share these Fantastic reviews!!!!

New! -   Fred from NH reviewed
 The Hand That Beats Thee
Oh Yes! Beat Me Again! January 12, 2013
This book had me wondering how it was going to end. I didn't catch this ending coming. It can be truly said that our eyes tell a story. Loved this one by E.L. Gross. The best book so far.
 Fred from NH reviewed Last Bus to Nowhere
Had me from beginning to end. December 3, 2012
Kept me on the edge of my seat from start to finish. I look forward to reading more from this author!

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Day Off - An Idiom

Idioms & Phrases
day off  A day away from work, school, or a similar obligation; a free day. For example, Sophie always used her day off to do errands . [Late 1800s]

The American Heritage® Dictionary of Idioms by Christine Ammer.
Copyright © 1997. Published by Houghton Mifflin.

day off

a day when you are not required to work; "Thursday is his day off"
WordNet® 3.0, © 2006 by Princeton University
   I looked up the meaning of "Day off" in and up above is what appeared. that is what I thought it meant but became terribly confused as to why when we say we have the day off, most of us spend the day, working.
   Today is Sunday, my husband slept late - that is - he slept until 7:00am then went over to one of his jobs and mucked out horse and donkey stalls. He then proceeded to one of the properties he manages and filled their huge wood stove with wood, came home and did our stalls and is now vacuuming.
   I, actually did get to sleep late - 8:00, got up and did what ever dishes magically appeared in the sink overnight. Then begins the process of feeding fish, cat, dogs and changing all waters. I stripped and made two beds, brought wood into the house for the wood stove that heats the house and continued on the never ending laundry washing.
  It is 9:25 and I am taking time to sit and have my coffee before I have to go clean 4 bathrooms and continue putting laundry away. Truthfully, I shouldn't even be sitting here right now, since there are floors to be washed and a dump run to be made, but I could not get over the fact that Saturday and Sunday are supposed to be "Days Off".
   Who ever came up with this idiom, truly was an idiot!