Toy Factory Revolution


It being close to Christmas I had a new story idea. What happens when Santa’s elves want to make new toys?

So far the newest story involves snowflake disco-ball lights, wide-collared shirts, nervous elves, and glitter.

This has proven interesting so far and the following is what I have come up with so far.

As always feel free to share with me what you think and Happy Reading!

Flames danced in the fireplace lending their warmth to the patrons of the Cocoa and Cider Shoppe.

Groups of two and three sat at little round tables; frozen, mirrored snowflakes were suspended above the tables providing multicolored light. Cups of steaming cocoa and cider littered the tables.

In a corner table sat three elves – Gloriana, Barstol, and Alfred; the head elf.
“We have to try,” Gloriana insisted as the snowflake chains in her hair tinkled like little bells.

“I know Gloriana, but you can’t change a thousand years of tin soldiers and orange cloves overnight,” Alfred agreed as he tugged on his wide, paisley print collar.

“The tailor elves aren’t going to like it if you rip another collar,” Barstol reminded Alfred.

“I can’t help a nervous twitch! All elves have them,” Alfred exclaimed as he tugged on his collar once more.

“Not all elves lose their collars three times a day,” Barstol shot back.

“Boys, can we please talk about the toys,” Gloriana sighed.

“How do we change Santa’s mind,” Barstol quietly asked.

“There has to be a way,” Gloriana insisted as she looked around the room.

“SHHH,” Alfred and Barstol whispered in unison as they nervously glanced around the shoppe.

“You don’t want the Elven Guard to overhear us, do you,” Alfred squeakily asked as he tugged once more on his paisley print collar.

“I hear they changed their paint formula,” Barstol informed.

Gloriana groaned as she tilted her head causing the snowflake chains in her hair to twinkle. “What did they do now? The last time their paint balls tagged me, I couldn’t get those silver snowflakes off of my favorite gold dress,” she complained as she drank the last of her cider.

“The slurping sounds of an empty cup,” a waiter with dirty blond hair sighed as he approached their table with another mug in hand. “Another cider with extra nutmeg for you, Gloriana,” he stated as he sat the mug down without rattling the china cup against the saucer.

Thanks Jack,” Gloriana returned with a smile.

With a jaunty wink, Jack sauntered away leaving the elves to their conversation.
“Have you tried the Tailor Elves,” Alfred wondered.

“I know an apprentice Tailor and she about popped her eyes out when she saw it,” Gloriana confirmed.

“What did you tell her,” Alfred asked with a nervous tug.

“I told her it was a new design that I painted by accident,” Gloriana replied smugly.

“Clever,” Alfred commended.

“Not really. She set me up with the Master Tailor. They want to copy the design for the mid-Christmas Clothing Line.”

“Better that than behind Tinsel Bars,” Barstol chuckled; to which Alfred nodded sagely.

“That would not be good for the toys,” Gloriana pointed out.

“What toys,” Barstol pointed out. “We’re still producing the traditional Christmas treats from a century ago,” he groused.

“How do we get The Man to see that times are changing,” Gloriana asked while her shaking her head.

“Which brings us back to our original discussion,” Alfred glumly stated.


Let the Season Begin


“Dashing through the snow” We all know the words to the populat carol. Many of us have fond memories and traditions for this time of year. Jack Frost has forgotten this.

Over the years he has become a bitter being who has forgotten why he celebrates the season. For us mortals, that bitterness can have devastating effects.

Giving a young Jack Frost the chance to remember is the premise behind a new holiday classic, Spirit of Winter.

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To give you a better idea here is a bit more of an idea for you to ponder.

The entrapment of his sister’s spirit has caused Jack Frost to forget what it means to play; thus causing bitterly cold winters.

Santa Claus, Mother Nature, and Father Time conspire to show Jack the meaning of winter once more. To accomplish this they turn him, and by extension themselves, into children. Will learning to play again bring Noelle Frost back?

Will Jack remember his sister’s spirit or will winter become frigid and inhospitable for the rest of time?

Keep in mind that the paper back form of Spirit of Winter is printed in the double spaced format so that people with reading disabilities may enjoy the story as well. This includes dyslexia.

As always,



‘Tis the Season


We all know the holidays are upon us once more. Have you started decorating yet, or are you already done? What are you doing and who are you spending time with? Do you like to read? Need a book to gift?

How about one that reminds us that there is a reason for the season? Spirit of Winter is just such a book.

The winter beings have decided that Jack Frost has become too bitter. Towards that end they decided that he needs to remember the most important reason that winter is around. To do that though, Jack needs to learn one major lesson – to play.

Will this work? Will Jack Frost’s icy point of view thaw?

Find out in Spirit of Winter.

Remember the physical print copy is printed in double space format in order for people with reading disabilities to have an easier time enjoying the story. This includes people with dyslexia (something my husband will attest to). As Always,

Happy Reading

Holiday Memories


Holiday Traditions,

We all have them. No matter where on this planet we are, we have traditions. In this case I am talking about winter. Do you celebrate the winter solstice? Christmas? What do you do to celebrate the season? Do you make snowmen or angels? Popcorn garland and paper chains? Is your celebration more elaborate or religious?

Personally, after my husband and I decorate the house I set up a massive holiday village. It has lights and brick roads. Living in Florida we don’t go into the snow. Then again, we didn’t when we lived up north either.
The weather didn’t work well with our arthritis and I have Reynault’s – which basically means my capillaries don’t open all the way causing me to get colder faster.

We also take rides around the neighborhoods to see how others have decorated – that is one of our favorite traditions.

If you have any favorite traditions or know of someone who does, feel free to share the story. What does winter mean to you? Do you remember to have fun?

As always,
Happy Reading!


Spirit of Winter

Coming Soon!!


Hi all,

I just finished a short story that will be published soon! Previously this was titled “Frozen in Ice”, it has been renamed “Spirit of Winter”

While this is a story with themes of Christmas and holiday cheer the underlying message is to remember to play. If you are bitter change will not occur.

Although this story has a young Jack Frost as the main charachter, adults are encouraged to read and enjoy.

As always the physical print copy of this will be printed in a double spaced format so that people with reading disabilites can enjoy the story without getting discouraged. I have termed this style of publication “Easy Read”. The reason for this is because my husband is dyslexic and the first time he read a piece of mine, he said, “This is easy for me to read”. Since making this discover all of my physical print books have been in this format. To check some of this out click the link: R. Stachowiak’s Amazon Page

When I have the publication date I will post it here for you to all enjoy.

As always,

Happy Reading.f

Meeting of the Minds


Hi all,

I’m still working on Frozen in Ice. And tonight we have a snippet from the Winter Beings. All they really want to know is if Santa’s crazy plan is working. Do you think it will? Feel free to leave me your thoughts on the matter. As always,


The normally yellow kitchen walls were covered in silver glitter. Blue and purple stains were on the white tiled floor. Grandpa Frank was standing in the doorway shaking his head. This kitchen hadn’t seen a mess like this in more years than he could remember. Taking a quick glance outside the window Grandpa Frank saw that Nicholas and Jack were building a snow fort.
Grandpa Frank turned the kitchen clock backwards and the mess cleaned itself up. With a chuckle Grandpa Frank went to the dining room where his guests awaited.

Entering the room Grandpa Frank saw that Dr. Amber and Dr. Simon were seated in the wingback chairs. The flames were merrily burning in the fireplace.

“Thank you both for coming. How is everyone faring on their little jaunt to the mortal world,” Grandpa Frank asked cheerfully.

“I haven’t skated this much in years,” Mother Nature enthused.

“I am finally able to show off my quilt collection. Not to mention my skill with paint and wallpaper,” Sandman gushed.

“What about you, Father Time,” Mother Nature enquired.

Father Time chuckled before responding, “I haven’t had this much fun in generations! Although I did have a close call earlier this week when young Jack had an adverse reaction to The Clock.”

“He said it made him really cold. Although it warms my heart to see that he still loves his hot cocoa. Mrs. Claus will be delighted to hear that when things get back to normal,” Sandman wisely predicted. This statement caused both Father Time and Mother Nature to chuckle.

“So will Santa. Jack’s cocoa is the best compliment to Mrs. Claus’ cookies,” Father Time joked.

“Has anyone recently checked on Noelle,” Mother Nature asked seriously.

“Why,” Father Time asked nervously.

“When I was talking to Jack earlier he said he saw her standing in the snow,” Mother Nature quietly informed.

“I sent Donner over after Jack left the office. Jack said Noelle was in his dreams last night,” Sandman calmly reassured.

“Any word back,” Father Time asked worriedly.

“Not yet. He should come through the fireplace at any moment,” Sandman informed calmly.

“Does anyone know how Santa convinced Donner to take human form for this assignment,” Mother Nature asked. Both gentlemen in the room shrugged their shoulders in
response. The three adults let the silence linger while the flames crackled brightly in the room.

True to Sandman’s word the tall, bulky form of Donner stepped through the fireplace. His thick beard was streaked with soot and his brown eyes showed an intelligence beyond he thirty-some odd years.

“Sorry to keep you all waiting but I had to make sure my daughter was in bed. It would have been difficult to explain turning into a reindeer and traveling through a fireplace to a seven year old doe. Especially one with her intelligence. That’s what I get for feeding her so many carrots.

“As you asked Mr. Sandman, I checked on Miss Noelle. The ice around her is a little thinner and there is more color to her. Beyond that I can’t tell,” Donner reported.

“There wasn’t any water around her was there,” Mother Nature asked.

“I didn’t see any, Miss Mother Nature,” Donner answered respectfully.

“Had she moved any,” Father Time asked nervously.

“No. Miss Noelle is still as stiff as the day she was encased,” Donner answered.

“Thank you for your help Donner. I’ll be sure to send over some extra carrots for you and your daughter in the morning,” Mother Nature graciously informed.

Donner let out a whistle that sounded like a neigh as he smiled to the group. “Thank you Mother Nature but I would do anything to help Mr. Jack and Miss Noelle. The both of them were always so kind to us. We just can’t stand to see them hurt,” Donner explained.

The other winter beings nodded their heads in remembrance of times long gone as Donner turned around and disappeared through the fire.