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 […]
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 […]
When I was little I was full of excited anticipation, All the time, breathless for the future.. My mind was full of visions of a life far beyond the small family farm we were fortunate to be raised and nurtured on.. My dear, precious mother would look in my eyes..and talk to me –without moving her lips– She told me to be.. -Unafraid…of becoming whatever I dreamed of–in each stage of my eternity -Unrestrained..in sharing my love and beliefs–spreading my word and the bits of knowledge and experience I gathered over my lifetime.. And -Unapologetic if I stepped beyond boundaries and over thresholds others thought a woman of my station should ever imagine. What a gift she gave me… Thank you, my Guardian Angel. My precious Mother. For being there–as you are even today… Always THERE..
My beautiful Charlie Sophia is six years old today..Our Friday 13th baby!!! I cannot believe it has gone by so fast and so remember your MOMMA Alana’s massive car ACCIDENT and hospitalization –pregnant nine months–a few days before you were due and then born as she drove to the airport to get me!!!. We were so afraid you were injured but look how perfect you are at a few months old!!!! I ADORE you wee Princess .. Happy 6th Birthday, dear Charlie from Grammy..and to your Momma who has done such a FINE job of raising you to now!! You are a big presence in this world already.. Magic is going to happen in your life.. This I know is true….. Blessings from Grammy..
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 […]
“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.
Evening, dear friends and family!!! Hope you winding down the weekend excited about your what the week may bring…and that you will hop outta the sack Monday morning with something brewing on your mind about your job, making your heart stir and bringing a smile to your face..:) …ain’t nuthin’ to make us nervous about the day, otherwise, cause winter driving is not upon us , thank GOD! I’m starting back to work shortly–not for the love or passion for the job–but because I have to. I hope that changes sometime in the future–sooner than later.. I LOVED my working life before I retired to write my novels. I hope to again.. Why? We spend half our lives in our workplace.. Steve Jobs said it bang on..life goes BY fast! Ask me.. I will be 69 in a couple weeks. I was 44–yesterday. As the golden here, may i suggest a thing I learned way back?…. Don’t waste months, days, heck MINUTES if your job makes your stomach twist in knots..if it doesn’t allow your creative juices to flow or stops you from GROWING as a person… May I suggest an exercise to help you make the change if this […]
It hurts WHEN I CAN’T WRITE!!!! I feel bereft. Like I am missing something vital to me. Like I feel when I am not in love. So my sad heart is soothed today for I can.. In normal circumstances it has been my habit each day to be aware– To listen– To read– To observe– To focus and then pick words out of the air–like fireflies, that sparkle all around me. I collect words—sound-bites to my soul. —–and then put them to page. So today–I write……. Because I can. Pamela
Goodd MORNINGGGGGG my peeps. It’s gonna be another gorgeous fall day here Bedford, Nova Scotia! Today I am saluting THE BOOK…That thing we readers allll take for granted will always be our companion… No matter HOW down or sad or lonely, there is always ”the book’.. No matter what question we have or ‘big happening’ in our lives, we always have ”the book’ to refer back to, guide us through or motivate us to keep going. “The book” is like a kindred spirit. It is a place we can fall into and hide if we need to or go to for to for solace. Somehow we can run away when we read. It’s like we feel when we are with a Kindred Spirit. We feel all powerful and are calmed and our hearts quieted when we read. WE meet the most INCREDIBLE souls when we read–our lives are expanded sideways and deeply and our world becomes full of colour and magic when we read.. I could go on and on for in my 68 years–58 if I said reading years ‘the book’ has been my salvation too many times to count.. SOO–it is my honour and privilege to add to […]
Writing. It’s like a first kiss. MANY of us have been through it. Here’s the deal. I have been TRYING to write. Each day I waltz around it. Each day I have an hour to kill I open my word processor to JWalking, Book 2 of the Holy snappin’! series. Or my side novel, Omeerotica. Then there is the screenplay. Agent query letters. Whatever the ongoing project, which is everything on the list. And then some. YOU know how it goes. I have ALL this intent. Then I drift away to blogging. Or daydreaming.. Or, whatever. Weirdly, it IS like a first kiss. Remember? YOU know the feeling! TERRIFYING. My stomach is clenched. I shake. My hands rest in the keyboard, if I even GET that far. Then-nothing. Writing/editing is much, much harder than non-writers could imagine. In my particular case, it is a huge responsibility now that I have fans in readers of my first novel, Call me J, who are depending on my to do at least as good a write as I did for my debut manuscript. YIKES! Fact is….. I am frozen in place. My words swirl in my mind like molasses..I am fraught with indecision. […]