Letters live at home when they’re little

. . . then they join a word.

A Knock at the Door is a collection of tales that reveal the personalities of the letters that make up our words, and the spellings that result. Correct spelling sometimes evolves in a way not described in the Oxford English Dictionary.

The five stories in this volume are:

  • The Story of NIGHT
  • The HALF-Trained L
  • The QUIET Strangers
  • PIGEON Panic
  • The Beginning of BOUGH

Available now in paperback and e-book from Amazon.

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Read an Excerpt

from "The Story of Night"

Once upon a time, NIGHT was spelled with just three letters. It was spelled exactly the way it sounded: nuh—eye—tuh.

NIT.

The three letters were good friends. They went everywhere together, especially at NIT. But during the day, they lived in a little house in a lane.

One evening, they had an unexpected visit. It was summer. The sun had set and N, I and T were bustling about getting ready for work—just when other people were relaxing at the end of the day. The birds, who had been up and about since sunrise, were tucking their babies into bed. And the babies, who had spent the entire day learning how to fly by falling out of the nest and then climbing back in and falling out and climbing back. . . . Well, they were so sleepy they could barely keep their eyes open.

In fact, all the birds and all the animals—and most children, too—were snuggling into their beds ready to close their eyes and dream about the adventures they might have tomorrow.

But NIT was a busy time for N, I and T, and they were just putting on their coats when they heard a knock at the door. N went to open it (she always went first, and I always followed her, and T always followed I), and there on the doormat stood two letters: G and H. They had walked a tremendous long way and they were tired and dusty and footsore. Plus, it was way past their bedtime.

night-captioned“Please,” said H, “is there somewhere we could sleep?”

“It’s way past our bedtime,” added G.

N, who was kindhearted, was going to welcome them inside when she felt a nudge. I and T were looking at her. It was the sort of look people give other people when they simply have to say something, but don’t want to say it in front of the guests.

N turned back to G and H. “Would you excuse us a moment?” she said, and closed the door. She looked at the others. “What’s wrong?”

“For one thing,” said T, “we’re going out in a minute.”

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Paperback ISBN: 978-0-9693219-9-6
E-Book ISBN: 978-0-9949098-0-0