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Readers are EXCITED!!

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 […]

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5 STAR REVIEW!!!

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 […]

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The curse of creativity.

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

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Don’t forget to remeber the little things…

Mom–THIS is what it was like for you and I.. For I remember… My first memories are of you holding me during Hurricane Hazel–singing to me and tickling me-to make me laugh… Farther down of you milking Bossy the cow and squirting me with warm milk–making me laugh… I remember you letting me stand on a chair and showing me how to peel potatoes–and hold the mixer to make cake batter– Jump to age 13 when i got braces and you made me green peppers stuffed with cottage cheese and other special lunches just for me– Then me as a mid teen when we used to sit on your bed on Sundays and read novels together…. And then how you helped me on my wedding day by throwing a grand soirée at the farm for the reception. .. And then how OROUD you were of me when your grandson, my first son, child of your child, come to us From there it was woman to woman—for you gave me that respect.. And I finally felt sooo grown up.. Until I was 29…you, only 49…and then you were gone.. Mothermurder Thank you–for being you… Your Pammy….Your J…

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The loss of a mother can never be replaced…..

“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.

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November–my oxymoranic month…

I REALIZE YOU CAN’T like THIS POEM- PER SAY– But I MADE A PROMISE TO MYSELF AND TO HER TO HONOUR MY MOTHER every November 1st —AND HER LIFE AND UNTIMELY DEATH when she was only 49–me 29–IN words–as a writer and poet…. I know my siblings feel the same.. ALL I CAN ADD IS THIS.. WE DON’T Always get along with our moms..but— we must never take the lady who birthed us for granted.. or disregard her– or fail to love and cherish her.. For we never know how or when she will leave our lives forever… ~~~November –The Trickster Oh, November. You are back. The month of oxymoron and counterfeit happiness. Oh, yes I well remember the giddiness of it all when I was a kid; all pig-tailed, naive excitement. Childish dreams painted pictures in my fertile mind then, those decades ago. Dreams of the MOST fabulous gift ever in THIS birthday.. for FABULOUS was my word of the month when I was, say nine on this day. November 1st. My middle-brother and I share this month, birthday-wise. But he was and is such a giving soul That he always let me be singular in my cake selection. […]

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I write today—because I can..

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

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The gift of reading—and writing..

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 […]

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Writing new prose is like a first kiss….

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. […]

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Excerpt-Book 2-JWalking–Bowrings-St. John’s, Newfoundland..

Excerpt–Book 2-JWalking..on Bowrings–St. John. Annie is frantic in trying to keep up with all the notes she craves to make, having no typewriter with her and having to print slowly so she can read it down the road. People always tease her that her penmanship is like a doctor’s henpecks on script paper. In that way that she has of using imagery to her advantage, she has described the amazing, world-class Water Street while sitting on a park bench on the oldest commercial street in North America, St. John’s itself having that distinction. She can’t believe the size of the Bowring store here on the rock. It is massive! Annie’s sure it was easily as large as any Canadian Tire she has ever seen whereas all the Bowring outlets scattered between New Brunswick, Prince Edward Island, and Nova Scotia are much smaller, stylized more boutique like. Established way back in 1811 it is a rare bird in Canadian retailing, being a five generational enterprise. Wowser! She entered at the front of the Bowring’s facing Water Street which was as upscale, classy, glassy and modern as any flagship store she had seen in Toronto, Calgary or Vancouver. She would later discover […]

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