I've often read that authors should pick a genre or pick a name for each genre. I'm afraid I'm mixing my genres, but they really do have a common thread. Spirit. Seven years ago, I fought daily not to drive off a cliff. I found myself screaming in the car alone where no one would witness my failing. I felt weak when I believed I was supposed to be strong. I'd come from pioneers. My great grandmother raised three children in the middle of Montana in the early 1800's. She'd taken care of them by being a healer and midwife. She'd run off her drunken husband and managed to do well on her own. So what was wrong with me?
It took me a long time, but I've realized I'd survived and done so with the ridiculous skill-set I'd been given at the time. In the weeks and months to come, I'm going to talk about how I got to that dark place, and what it took to bring myself up and out of the pits of my own hell. I'd kept myself bogged down in that hell. I somehow believed I needed to be punished, and I will share this journey and build a site called, Coming Back From the Edge. As soon as I can, I will also bring over three of my hidden books that I've somehow been too afraid to share so priced them so they wouldn't sell. I will place a couple of these, as I go through them, on Amazon at their lowest price $.99 because that's the lowest that Amazon will allow me to go, and I will place a couple, and the ones I'm to release, as affordable as I can make them, perhaps $2.99, in order to help me share the various things I've found that helped me to overcome the different places I found myself over the years, like the severe addiction I had to an abusive man, how the religion and sexual trauma I endured as a child, set me up to allow continued abuse to happen to me well into adulthood, indeed well past when my own children would leave to lead their own lives, and how I found myself relating to things written about Stockholm Syndrome. And finally, the things I did and didn't do, because of whatever it was inside me, that caused me to fail my children, and what I've been doing now to take responsibility for my failings, how I've learned to forgive myself, and what changed who I saw in the mirror, so that I could allow love, healing and even joy into my life now.
I'm not a professional. I want to be clear about that. Yes, I have a BA, and, yes, I went to nursing school, but I don't claim, in any way, to be a professional, or to represent anything I share as that. I will be sharing these things as stuff I've found to have helped me out of a dark place, and perhaps some of you will find something that might help you, too. Many of these things are Shamanic in nature, and I give credit to Spirit and to the Shamanic traditions for what I've learned. I follow a very Earth-based Spirituality, and want to warn you, up-front, that I speak frequently of the Goddess. For She heals.
I woke this morning with that old saying in my mind--cry if you must but don't you quit. I've been working on better ways to structure my day since I have split my two loves, writing and sculpting, and I can't seem to give up either one of them.
I'm working on finishing up Cat People and She Comes From Ashes. I have placed both of these under my fantasy work, Nora Wolfe, although She Comes From Ashes will only have paranormal overtones that some readers might see as a ghost, and others might see these same apparitions as a part of her revisiting her from her own past.
Which brings me to why I've split up my writing. Recently, I broke apart Lenore Wolfe, to include Nora Wolfe, so that those who love my Historical Western Romance can easily know that's exactly what they will find when they see Lenore Wolfe--and those who love my fantasy novels will easily know that's what they will find when they see the name Nora Wolfe. Since my own name is Lenora, these are both names I've known, growing up, so I've stayed close to them. So when I began writing in yet another genre, I went with an old family name, my great-grandmothers, and wrote these under Nora Donnally. Writers often take a page from their experiences when writing almost anything, but the stories told under Nora Donnally have a fairly solid foothold in some truths in my life. But back to my great-grandmother. She was born in 1886 and she use to tell me old stories from her childhood when I was a young girl. I still miss hearing them.
Also, I will be coming on here to give regular updates as to what I'm up to, what I'm writing--and what is happening in my life.
Speaking of which, I've struggled to keep exercise in my tight schedule--so wish me luck:)
This was a birthday present for my oldest son. He has a love for the jaguar.
I'm currently working on a Christmas line. I'll post pics of some of these soon. I won't get very many done this year, but I'll be doing a Winter line next, then Valentines and Easter, etc. I'll let you know how these go:) They're designs by Lenore, lol, Imagine that <g>
Deep in the woods, where the forest is our church and spirit is found in all living things, you will find four friends who begin to put together the pieces of their shattered lives to find out what this means for them. These novellas tap into this realm. A realm that brings to life the world of the Land of the Fae, where magickal beings really do exist, and you can come to visit for awhile....
In book One of this deeply mystical fantasy, ongoing novella, Morgan lost her memory, and her family, while playing with magick as a child when she called out the shadow. Now, disconnected from her future--and unable to resolver her past--she learns that she's inherited an Old Gray House. Yet the moment she spots Ravenwood manor--even though she doesn't remember how she came to leave there as a child--or that magick that took her away--some part of her knows the key can be found up in the attic--if she can only overcome her fear to search up there for her answers.
Her sister, Claire, remembers everything. Though she and her aunt were torn away from years, to look for her missing sister, they never found her. Now, when her grandmother passes away--just like that--Morgan reappears.
Claire knows she and her sister are born witches--and before her grandmother died, she taught Claire that she must gather the Daughters of the Circle--before it is too late....
Tara, Sophia and the boys also lost their friends that fateful day, when Morgan disappeared and Claire left home to search for her. Now, fate has stepped in to bring them all home and each of them battles their own hidden traumas in searching for the truth that once tore them all apart.
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I'm still writing and editing pretty hard, trying to keep up with deadlines. Today is a very hard writing day. As soon as I get past a couple of these, which will be next Thursday, I'll stop and let you know what I have in the works, and when they're due out:)
become concerned, of late, about Alex. He’d had something on his mind, and it
seemed like the more she thought they were getting close—the more he’d pull away. Frustrated, she tried to put it from her
mind. But she couldn’t help it. She needed to figure out
what bothered him. She needed for him to talk to her—but she didn’t know how to get him to do that.
She knew what
that probably meant—and she didn’t like it. Only one thing could cause
him to drift away from her—and if that were true—then she also knew what had
been distracting him.
like that usually meant secrets. And Morgan didn’t like secrets.
They usually meant they had skeletons hidden in their closet—they were fighting
to keep hidden.
She didn’t know what she would do—if she found out that Alex had
been keeping something from her.
In this mystical, fantasy romance, ongoing novella, two sister's inherit the Old Gray House. One doesn't remember how she came to leave there as a child or that magick--that took her away. One remembers everything--that they are born witches. Both must gather the Daughters of the Circle before it is too late.
In the Land of the Fae lies the answer that could save them from certain destruction…
Claire had refused to give up on finding her sister. Now she's back and with her--the chance to save their destiny.
The Fae Races have tribes who help to provide needed protection from the brutal enemy that's been threatening the the sisters and their friends since they were children. They have killed members of their families before and the Fae had sent the Gargoyle to guard over them.
Being a witch herself, it's a chance for Morgan to learn more about her lost heritage, now that she's remembering all that she had forgotten.
Claire knows that their destiny lies in finding the Lost Daughters of the Circle, and so the sisters and their friends set out to recover the secrets long buried by their families.
Tara struggles with the secrets of the past but she knows she must stand fast beside the sisters if they are to win.
While, Sophia carries a secret that none of them know
Meanwhile, Morgan discovers a lost love of her childhood, and as their undeniable attraction heats up, their relationship is about to reach a whole new level--one neither of them is prepared for.
As they delve deeper into the hidden world their parents had tried to protect hem from, they begin to unravel a long-hidden secret about their destiny, their heritage and the danger that surrounds them all. The dark truth is about to come to light, and it'll change their lives forever…and threaten them all.
In Volume 1 of 4 in Season 1, of this dark urban fantasy, romantic novellas, an ancient race and a prophecy foretells of four princes, the sons of the dark mother, who rise up with a nation of old vamps to stop the rogue factions from ruling over mankind. In the hidden realms of this world lies a secret that could destroy the human race… Jess refuses to give up her search for the boy she once loved, who destroyed her dreams and betrayed the Jaguar People when he killed one fateful day seven years before. It's hunt that brings her face-to-face with the secrets of her past…and brings her back to the Alliance and the hidden palace that holds her people. Mira has come with her lovers Micah, and Lucius, to find her missing sister. What she finds sets her on a whole new path as one of the Sisters of Three. Constantine has deliberately caused the change to come over their sister. She must now live with Dracon to learn to deal with her hunger. The Jaguar people work with an ancient race of Vampires to protect races on Mother Earth from the rogue factions of vampires and the same brutal enemy, Constantine, who has been threatening all of their Peoples. Justice is the first prince of the Sons of the Dark Mother, the Prince of Fire, destined to help their people. Being of the Jaguar People herself, it's also a chance for Jess to learn more about her lost heritage, and she discovers secrets about her own destiny from the Jaguar Witch, Mira, about the Sisters of Three. But Jess is forced to face the truth when she comes face-to-face with Justice when she interferes with the mission, and as their undeniable attraction heats up, she finds out a truth that puts them on a whole new level. As they delve deeper into hidden worlds of their realms, they begin to unravel a long-hidden secret from their missing parents. The dark truth about her own beloved people is about to come to light, and it'll change their fates forever…and threaten everyone they love.
Three years ago, I was driving back from dropping off my son, when I went into bigeminal rhythm. I got off the freeway, pulled into a town I didn't know and called 9-1-1, where the told me to stop right in the middle of the road and sent an ambulance after me. The police came, parked my car at a church and I spent the night at the hospital. This led to a long run of doctors, where I learned that I have Barrters Syndrome, an electrolyte disorder that causes my heart to beat very irregular when I run very low on my electrolytes. I have to take a potassium sparing diuretic and potassium and magnesium supplements that caused my pharmacist to look sideways at me and ask me, "Are you sure?" Next, I also learned I have Ehler Danlos, and that's why all the joint pain. I ended up moving to part-time at work, then had to quit as my rhythms got worse. I had to keep increasing my electrolytes and still my rhythms cannot be controlled. And even though these are physical symptoms, I believe that I could have kept from getting this bad if I had just not stayed in one of the most verbally abusive relationships I've ever witnessed.
I say all that to say this. I'm rebuilding my life and slowly some of my health. And I encourage women who think that abuse is just fists and words to realize that your body is responding like you've just run into a bear, every single day that you're in that relationship. It will kill you. It's not a matter of if he does it. It's a matter of when your body can no longer compensate for what is going on inside of your body every single day you live with abuse.
I took a Abnormal Psych class in college. That was eleven years into the abuse I had lived with--and already way too late. I got out, but it didn't stop the downward spiral my body had already taken. And it's taken five more years to begin to rebuild.
I would like to write books on this, but I'm not sure. If you want to talk to me about this subject, message me. If you would read these kind of books, let me know. I have to think about it. But I'd love to hear from you. Let me know your thoughts on the matter:)
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When I chose my writing name, I did not realize at first that the wolf had returned to me. I am a Jaguar Witch. And as a child my parents had owned a wolf. The wolf had been a part of my family for much of my childhood. At first the wolf had come in Taku, a male, half-wolf--half-malamute. Later, they came through the malamutes, but they came because my childhood was so unbearable to me that I nearly willed myself to die at 6 years old. And they came because they were my family, to teach me about family, to teach me what my parents could not.
I have kept my solitary practice private, until now. But with the birth of each new book, I feel compelled to come forward. And so I am pleased to announce that the websites, I have sat on for years, are now coming to light.
I'm going to need a lot of help. I need all the Daughters of Goddess of the world, and her sons, too, to step forward. I need those who would help to run this site in whatever manner you are blessed to do well. We will put up articles, build on the Book of Shadows, and even stalk the Magical Cupboard. We will do whatever each of us are moved to do.
I invite authors to come and place links to your books on this site.
The Great Mother is moving us, though each of these books to become keys in our consciousness, to awaken a remembering in each of us.