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EEB’s Merry Christmas

3 Jan

‘Twas the night before Thursday, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The presents were stacked by the door with care,

In hopes that my mother soon would be there;

My sister and father were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her pajamas, and I in my cap,

Had just stirred from a long winter’s nap,

When out of the digital alarm there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

And then I remembered, with a jump and a smile,

Today was the day we would travel many miles

To see my best friend and co-author,

Brooke Norris in the public library– just to our order.

– EEB’s version of “The Night Before Christmas”

Since we live quite a ways away from each other, Brooke and myself only get to meet up a few times a year. And when we do, it’s a catch all for birthday wishes, Merry Christmas’s, and Happy New Year’s. This year was no exception as we met up at a local library for the day after meticulous planning and much preparation. The big presents this year were decidedly authorial.


Brooke and I pose with two of the newly printed copies of ‘Napped at Night

Although my gift pales in comparison to Brooke’s, I gave her a hand fan including the art of communication through said fans, hopefully to give her some inspiration for her books from the victorian and renaissance eras.

Not surprisingly, though, Brooke beat me. After winning NaNoWriMo in November, Brooke used her 5 free codes to print ‘Napped at Night through CreateSpace. ‘Napped at Night was the first full-length novel that Brooke and I wrote in 5th and 6th grades respectively.

The rest of the day was spent at the library (aside from a lunch break at the good ol’ Southern restaurant Crackerbarrel and a game of checkers). Doing what authors do best, we took almost two hours to just talk about books and life and the lot. Following that, we browsed the terribly unorganized library shelves, which went every which way in all kinds of orders. I honestly think they organized by title, author, and by way of dewey decimal all at the same time.

After finding some good books for Brooke (I already had my own stack at home), we went to eat, leaving Brooke’s books in quite the secure location, quoting as I placed them on the tallest shelf in the reference section, quoting from John Flanagan’s Ranger’s Apprentice series as I placed it there, “People rarely look up.” Satisfied that the books were safe, we left for our lunch.


“People rarely look up.”

When we returned, Brooke and I spent the rest of the day posing in all the likely places in the library, and after so much peering through shelves and wondering what to do next, we finally settled on a game only a couple of authors would devise. Giving ourselves five minutes (which eventually turned into 15), we confined ourselves to the Young Adult section and had to pick five titles (not paying attention to content at all, mind you) that we felt described each other. The results were amusing and filled with references to inside jokes and the books we’ve written.

I gave Brooke: Starclimber, Among the Brave, Girlfriend Material, Flygirl, and Runaway Twin. She, in turn, selected: Where Things Come BackDouble Identity, It’s Kind of a Funny Story, The Misfits, and Briar Rose.

When the last game was played, it was time for us to part. Bittersweet as always, there were farewell hugs and, at the last moment I yelled our customary sign-off, “May the stars shine upon our next meeting” to which she replied, grinning, “And may the hair on your hobbit toes grow ever longer.”

Hopefully we’ll be able to drag Brenna in on the insanity here soonly. Maybe after we can drive. That and get over our fear of cars, too. Because, let’s face it, that’s a very scary business.

Merry Christmas and the Happiest of New Years from Elizabeth E. Brookes!


No Knight Is Ordinary

26 Jul

Sarah’s driveway in rural GA

It is a night like any other.

If you are in Georgia, this means it is hot, humid and there might be a breeze blowing. If you are lucky, of course. Pollen isn’t as thick as it was in Spring, though it still has a firm grip on the air. The leaves are full and the forests are thick. But, it was on a night like any other that most remarkable things happen. Maybe not in Georgia. Okay, mostly not in the sweet ol’ southern state of Georgia. Remarkable things do happen though. Things like Lord of the Rings and Star Wars happen. People like C. S. Lewis, Donita K. Paul, and Wayne Thomas Batson are born.It also happens that a very small, insignificant thing called E. E. B. happened on a night like any other. No, the world doesn’t know about it. (not yet anyway. I’m working on nefarious plots… don’t tell Brooke!) In fact, almost no one knows about it… except for you. And one or two people on Figment.

Which probably means you want an explanation.

Well, you see, my life began…

I’m kidding! We’re not going back that far. Actually, the idea of “Elizabeth E. Brookes” formed when an 8 and 9 year-old decided they wanted to write books. For a living. At 8 and 9. Granted, you don’t need to make a living when you’re 8 or 9 (Thank you parents. Now. As in — right now. You’d be more than mostly dead without them.), but said 8 and 9 year-old were determined.

They sat outside in the little ol’ school house and wrote their first story The Kids at Crystal Cove together. In a few days. It was a magical book with only a paragraph to a page and size 18 font… the not-so-eight-and-nine-year-olds might possibly be ashamed of said work. Now. Then, it was a masterpiece.

We only stole ideas from about 20 books… among them Little House on the Prairie (FYI — I can never spell “prairie” right…)  and The Chronicles of Narnia. We don’t talk about that book much anymore save in hushed whispers so that no one else can hear. (You mustn’t tell anyone else I told you about it, okay? Brooke might strangle me.)

But that wasn’t the end.

Silly parents, writing isn’t a phase.

So, about a thousand 3 hour phone conversations, 20 outlines and 11+ manuscripts later… well, I’d say Elizabeth E. Brookes was pretty unified.

What is EEB?

Well, it’s me (the insane, mentally-unstable kid of the group). And Brooke. (Brooke’s the genius of the operations, by the way.) Brenna. And Christ.

Yeah, you read this whole post just to find out we’re Christian. Strongly Christian, actually. No! Don’t run away! Not until I’ve finished!

Yes, EEB is a “group” of three teenage (now high school aged) girls who love God more than anything else. Who are determined to become published. And who became what the little 8 and 9 year-old wanted them to be — authors. Although we have massively busy schedules and a number of insane endeavors, we have all continued to write.

A lot.

As in, psychological issues will develop when we don’t write. Exciting stuff, really.

It’s an interesting, not-so-average, adventure. With our characters talking our ears off, you can expect that sanity is not among our collective traits. But we do know that this is a passion. And as we continue to write, read, and love our Savior, Jesus Christ, we hope that you’ll learn to love it as well.

It’s a long road ahead of us. But it’s the King’s Road. And He does not lead His servants astray.


You are welcome to explore our blog and the King’s Road!


If you’re not sure where to go next, here are some great places to start!

  • Check out our About Page to find out more about who and what EEB is and stands for!
  • Each of us have what Sarah decided to call a “desk” where we keep you informed on what we’re doing. Desks are a place where you can ask us as individuals any questions you may have, and also a place where you can preview some of our latest work!
  • The Archives are a place where you can find all of our posts sorted into neat categories that have to do with the subject matter discusses. The archives also serve as a place where you can see the most recent posts and scan through them quickly.


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