The cause and effect of storytelling for me starts with story plates. I am a visual person who needs a creative map. This also keeps me on track because I could easily write by the seat of my pants, in complete circles, and then pull all my hair out when I try to edit. I build from the story plates, writing chapter highlights on the back of each plate. It’s also fun to look back after a period of time to see how the story has evolved into something you actually want someone else to read.

I also keep a phrasing journal for the story I am working on. If anyone ever got their hands on this, they would give me a look of insanity. I know my fellow writers out there know exactly what I mean. I use this during the first and second draft phase – what I like to call, ugly writing. Getting the words down, in some sort of order with setting, plot, and the characters personality is key for me to continue the story – hopefully to the end.

For me, this is a fun way to write and become visually invested in my project. Happy writing and creating!

With much love,







Dangerous Game

Dangerous Game

Iconic image splash the page.
Sunken eyes,
violet, dry lips,
natural grace, such a beautiful face.

Elegant and ageless.
Every boys dream.
Gaunt and thin,
counting every rib.

Millions of dollars from silk and cashmere.
Skeletons on display,
stalk down the catwalk,
all emotions erased.

Idea of beauty,
an industry must change.
Young girls mimic,
this dangerous game.

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With much love,


Original art and poetry copyright by Elisabeth Law



Fantastical Beings

We all have a need to create, be accepted, and loved. It’s a universal desire in anything living – breathing. As humans, we have deep needs that flow through us. From our minds to our fingertips. It can be anything from building, sculpting, writing, painting, or photography. Medical discoveries and treatments. Ideas of all kinds. Philosophies on ways to save the world. What it comes down to is the part of our brains that roots us to our own human trait – creativity.

Those bright and unexpected, pop in your head amazing ideas cause an amazing feeling of euphoria. So whether you are a left brain or right brain fantastical being, we all have that creative spot. It either flourishes non-stop, or pops up every so often just to remind us we certainly have something to share with the world. Most likely, if you are like me, it pops up at the most inopportune times. So you will often find me emailing myself notes because I won’t remember them when I have a pen in hand. Never let a good idea pass you by.

Below is a sampling of some of my art – my creativity πŸ™‚

With lots of love,






Poetry is a short story captured with a few precise words – sometimes they rhyme and sometimes they are just words put together to form the thoughts of the author. I love short stories, photos that tell a hidden story, and poignant lines that lead into a story line that just won’t let you sleep at night. Sometimes memories prompt you to write short stories, or poetry capturing a moment in time.

I have worked for a few Fire and Rescue Departments, The science of fire and medicine is truly one of my deep-rooted passions. I love helping and meeting people who have forever inked my soul like an internal tattoo. I have experienced great joys, life-long friendships and love, great saves, and horrific losses. I believe each person comes into your life for a reason. I remember this young lady I write of vividly. Even though her life was cut short to soon, her beauty and strength have stayed with me. I was able to learn a little bit about her life from her family that visited our station after her funeral, and for that, I am grateful.



The moon was full and the stars were bright.

We sat in the sand as he gently touched my skin.

A ship sailing by was the only thing in sight.

We listened to the waves crash in.

He whispered in my ear how much he loved me.

We laid on the hood of his car for hours on end.

Sharing our dreams of what we would be.

We even talked about how many invitations we would send.

On our way home that night without a care.

The stars filled the inked sky.

As we turned at the bend it caught my stare.

In a blink of an eye.

When I awoke all I could see was flashing light

Red, white and blue

People surrounded me the noise was so loud, an awful sight

The pain I felt tried to over take me and then I knew

In my hair the glass and sand

Then I glanced over a single white sheet covered him

I reached over to hold his hand

We were here on a whim.

As they popped open the door and lifted me out,

all I could hear was one person say,

β€œI only had a few! I can drive! I have no doubt.”

Without a thought of life. A shuddering last breath, I cannot stay.

With much love,