I have an amazzzzing array of ‘fans’ now–those who have taken Annie and her clan into their hearts and assured me of their dedication and engagement in the reading of Call me J… Men and women who are friends, family–and strangers— who have laughed along with the Magyars–who have been swept up in the latest escapades of the Boomer kids as they relished in life at that time.. but also cried at the incredible drama that swept the family up as the real story behind closed doors, in more than one home in the circle, became clear.. Sadly.. this story, initially brought to bear in post war South Western Ontario–still plagues Annie’s life today..all those decades later.. and haunts the lives of many of her readers who are amazed at how similar THEIR story is to Annie’s.. I pray my words as an author–gives credence to the facts–and soothes and calms terrified hearts–if only for moments at a time.. Please go to Amazon to read the review-and perhaps buy a copy–for you–or for someone you care about who need to see they are not alone.. I do believe we who stand up to advocate for those who have no voice…need […]
Gentleness is always needed…soft emotions and edges…calmness and a sense of quiet…. It is a day of reflection—and more appreciation of what we encounter each moment of past days day in our individual lives… ..the small things, the LARGE things, the important things—the unimportant things… The gift of our lives is made of moment by moment experiences…a collection of memories, images, smells, tastes, sounds…Terrifying and exhilarating..times of immense love–and undeniable hate…not necessarily of another soul..but of what life has brought down on us–yet again… Yes…life so often takes our breath away.. in the profoundness of it….. Pamela @Boomernovel
Today I write again.. Can’t tell you how privileged and spoiled I feel to just relax and veg and write at my leisure here this summer of 2018 at AJ’s home. I feel inspired beyond measure. I now have four different friends who are working on writing projects from Novels to screenplays to non fiction to ghost writing and it feels so good to have others in my circle now who GET where I am coming from when I speak of this passion we have inside to create content. Four years ago today It was only a couple months into publish and i had a huge flurry of excited readers who had been waiting for my book to hit the stands/ebook. Here’s one message.. I cannot TELL you what messages like this and many other messages of support over the years mean and MEANT to me as a first-time author at age 65!! It motivated me to carry on with book 2 (which is still in progress and will eventually be a feature film) and the rest of the series, It has inspired me and told me it was all worth it!! Here was the post to me.. ~~ Lisa […]
MORNING, y’all!! A wee giftie for the readers in my circle. A poem about books for you this lovely mid-month Sunday. “Priceless….. Awww yes.. Books… Our saving grace when we are in despair. And need solace….. Our teachers. Our comedians when we need to laugh. Our heat’s desire when we need to imagine great love and passion. Our roadmaps to motivate and inspire us. Our Angels when we feel to give up.. We all NEED books.. They are our companions in life.. And once read and taken into our soul, a thing that NO ONE can steal from us… For we OWN the words then.. Forever and ever.”””” ~~~~ Pamela–
Author Pamela Lee’s testimony speaks for hundreds and thousands of women all over the world. Will this down-toearth, caring, kindhearted maiden’s future be “filled with love? Or filled with unspeakable despair?” The Highest Mountain; the Deepest Valley The Void of a Broken Heart The picture-perfect family. It’s one of the most desired, attainable, and ideal images conceivable to the human heart and spirit, with many of us dreaming and fantasizing of establishing our own family someday. Just like Annie Magyar. This piercing and emotive autobiography unfolds the many diverse chapters of Author Pamela Lee’s eventful and gripping story, with Annie Magyar, the main character, representing the author. As a youngling, Annie lives blanketed in unadulterated love, happy and content with an abundance of compassion, and securely nestled in the safety of principle, nourishment, family, and tradition. Immediately, it’s easy to interpret that she (who also goes by the name ‘Annie’; ‘Anna Belle’, ‘Anna Lee’ and ‘J’ throughout the story) is indeed a spirited leader with a genuine, zealous will to live life happy, and to the fullest degree! In the beginning, Author Lee efficiently exemplifies the natural “infectious” internal light little Annie possesses by recapping the earlier years of her […]
It is amazing how being a creative soul–is an entity unto itself.. Makes no matter, what genre we speak, it affects us. You could be a creator of, say, design, in all that broad spectrum. Or you could be an ”idea man/gal’ and create concepts or business plans or strategies It may be in the arts–again in all that broad spectrum.. The point?? Creativity, passionate, tenacious creativity DOES take courage. It can add to your persona in the broad strokes..or detract.. How? Here’s an example. I was recently speaking to a fellow writer out of Texas and he was saying how so many writers avoid relationships for ”normal’ people cannot possibly understand that writing –is not a choice….a light-switch…a punch-the-clock kind of lifestyle.. (sound familiar, Creators?) Even two WRITERS cohabiting can fall into jealousies and questions about commitment and such.. Bottom line- Most think we creatives (and there are a lottt of you in my circle –a LOT!) are gifted and lucky..Perhaps in most ways we are…but in other ways———hmm. A wondrous curse? Onwards.. @BoomerNovel
“Incredulously” Who could have known? Who could have guessed? Who could ever think that the most important soul to us ALL would be taken in violent murder in five days, those many years ago? 1978! Self-same day as the |Jonestown Massacre. Who could believe, if someone said it was coming, that the one who we all assume will be there for us ’til our own end will, instead, be stolen? Wouldn’t we all pooh-pooh it if we thought that Gramma would never again bake her famous cookies for your kids.. spoil them rotten with her devoted love of them? Who could imagine she would never again gladly provide an ear, a non-judgemental ear for you in the middle of the night when you just ..needed her? I couldn’t.. But it happened.. Pamela.. 13/11/15 post script–My precious Momma was 49..I had just turned 29, 12 days before her death.
Looking forward to an AWESOME, AWESOME fall of 2017 full of promise and grand surprises…. I am thrilled to be participating in the world class Celtic Colours Festivals on the Cabot Trail in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, among other things. What do YOU have planned that will bring colour to your soul? Will you join me in my resolve to seek out moments of joy and happiness this autumn of ’17? Together we will MAKE IT SO! For we DO have a choice. We can allow despair and negativity to control our daily. Or we can take charge and release the hidden inspiration that is within ALL of us–if we will only let it shine. Let it outwards-. And allow THAT to direct our lives, instead… Let grace, happiness and positivity reign supreme. Let’s make a choice., shall we? Onwards from my house to your house in sweet solidarity..
I am not a Catholic but I AM a spiritual one. And I believe. Back in October, 2006, as I began to write Call me J and the Holy Snappin’! series, the soul that I am began to take shape before my eyes (having not really thought much about who I am before I laid me out on paper in this roman a clef.) I realized then that this status I have shared today is a TRUTH. The more we have to fight the good fight, do the right thing and struggle with despair and the human condition. ..the more grace, the more we step-up to the plate to maintain equilibrium. I have several in my tighter circle who are in, uneasy circumstances, shall we say, as I myself seem to be in more often than not. So I feel particularly close to these special-to-me ones as I type this Friday morning in the wind down of summer, 2017. Life itself is a struggle for ALL of us. It is all about trial and error. It is all about accepting the fact that we are not perfect and we continue building and RE building as we go. I an grateful […]
Got a busy day of visiting ahead of me–soaking in all that love and refilling all the little empty places in my heart that comes with being away from family and friends for extended periods. So may I wish y’all THIS kind of day. Spending it like I am–surrounded by beloveds. OR. Relaxing in an old fashioned wooden chair with a fat book–like my own family saga novel, Call me J, with a nice glass of wine at your fingertips, summer breezes and sunshine all around. May I wish you THAT kind of Sunday…