Public Appearance

I will be making my first public appearance as an author  this Friday, March 29 at 3:30 PM

at the Merryville Heritage Festival.

I will also be signing books.

This is the website for the festival:

http://www.merryvilleheritagefestival.com/

 

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Heartbroken

A Cloud withdrew from the Sky

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A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
Superior Glory be
But that Cloud and its Auxiliaries
Are forever lost to me

Had I but further scanned
Had I secured the Glow
In an Hermetic Memory
It had availed me now.

Never to pass the Angel
With a glance and a Bow
Till I am firm in Heaven
Is my intention now.

Emily Dickinson
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My heart is broken tonight.  I cannot imagine what the families are experiencing in Connecticut.  I keep thinking about those poor babies and the terror they must have felt.  As a teacher, I keep thinking what would I do if I were in that situation.  It seems no matter how safe we think we are, these horrible evils keep happening.  Does this happen in other countries?  Do we just not hear about it? Or is this just our country floundering and sinking into an evil despair?
The media wants to make some kind of sense of this massacre, but really even if they do figure out why he did this, it really will not help.  Why would someone do something like this?  Evil does not even start to describe it.
My prayers go out…

Holidays

The holidays are here.  Thanksgiving came and went.  Now we only have two weeks until the children are off for Christmas.  I have so much to do so I’m making my lists tomorrow so I can start checking it off (which is absolutely the best part of making a list).

My apologies to my followers for my long absence!  Please forgive me.  This is a poem for the season and for all of my friends in the North who are getting a blizzard!

Snow-flakes

BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

Out of the bosom of the Air,
      Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
      Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
            Silent, and soft, and slow
            Descends the snow.
Even as our cloudy fancies take
      Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
      In the white countenance confession,
            The troubled sky reveals
            The grief it feels.
This is the poem of the air,
      Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
      Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
            Now whispered and revealed
            To wood and field.

Phases

Ok, so I haven’t posted anything in a while.  So I thought I would share what’s been going on with my work (or what’s not going on with the work!)

For the last few weeks I’ve been in serious writing mode on my new book Resurrection the second vol. in the Bayou Blood series.  Since the book series is intended for struggling readers, my intention was to gradually make each volume a little more advanced in reading level so I’ve been spending a lot of time editing and trying very hard not to use too difficult of vocabulary and etc…

I had to take a break!  I start to over think things. So I decided to take a vacation from my Louisiana Vampire world.

Since I’ve had a sick child all week, it’s been a perfect time to snuggle up with him and read.  I didn’t think I would get so addicted to the series that I would lose sleep trying to find out what happens next, but I did!  I am reading Richelle Mead’s Bloodline series, which is a spin-off of the Vampire Academy series.  I’m totally addicted to it.  One of my favorite characters from Vampire Academy is now one of the main characters in the Bloodline series. (Adrian Ivashkov)  So, good job Richelle!

P.S.

My son is all better now and back at school.  My fingers are crossed that nobody else in the family gets ill!

Much Love From Louisiana! – Jill

Awards and Appreciation!

Wow!  I have been nominated for some awards by Jalal Michael Sabbagh author of the most awesome blog My Success is Your Success!  I have only been blogging for a few weeks, so I’m thrilled that someone liked my blog enough to nominate me.  Thank you so much for the recognition!

A – Here are the awards l have been nominated for.( to be mentioned  by their logo or names)

1 – Kreative Blogger  Award.

2 – Tell me about yourself Award.

3 – Beautiful Blog Award.

4 – The day dreamer Award.

5 – The lovely Blog Award.

6 – Readers appreciation Award.

7 – Inspiring Blog Award.

8 – Very inspiring Blogger Award.

9 – The lucky me Award.

10 – Most inspiring Blog Award.

B – The rules are.1 – Mention the awards or their logos. 2 – Thank the person who nominated you. 3 – Provide 7 random facts about yourself.4 – Nominate 7 blogs,and let them know you have done so.

Seven Random Facts about Myself

1.  I am an Avid Soccer Mom of 5 children

2.  I love dark chocolate

3.  I’m allergic to crawfish (which is a staple in Louisiana)

4.  I’m a long time fanatic for Bon Jovi

5.  I have a terrible weakness for strays.  (dogs, cats, people…)

6.  I’m a huge Fringe fan

7.  I think well placed black tattoos are sexy!

The Seven Blogs I Would Like to Nominate

1.  Life of 24 Hours by Tapish Gupta (http://lifeof24hours.wordpress.com)

2.  Canadian Hiking Photography by Patrick Latter (http://hikingphoto.com/about/)

3.   Writes for Attention by Ches Smith (http://writesforattention.wordpress.com)

4.   Citizen Plain  (http://kendarville.wordpress.com/)

5.  Bucket List Photography by Lesley Carter ( http://lesleycarter.wordpress.com)

6.  Jenny Mac Book Blog by Jenny Mac (http://thejennymacbookblog.wordpress.com)

7.  Write Your Stuff by Susan Ladue (http://write4you.org/)

 

Thank you all for your time and effort in writing your blogs.  Good Luck in all your endeavors!!!

Happy Blogging and Much Love from Louisiana!    – Jill

My Passion for Poe

Since I read Annabel Lee in Jr. High School, I have been an Edgar Alan Poe fan.  The more of his work I read the more I fell in love.  He was a master of symbolism, imagery and rhythm. So when I heard about the movie Raven that was about a serial killer who was imitating Poe’s short stories,  I was pretty excited.  I couldn’t wait to see it. (So I love John Cusack anyway.)  I really enjoyed the movie and I recommend you watch it if you haven’t seen it.

The Raven Poster

I love to use poetry as inspiration for my own writing.  So I thought I would share one of my favorite Poe Poems with you.  I hope you like it as much as I do.

Lots of Love from Louisiana!

Dreamland

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule-
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE- out of TIME.

Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the tears that drip all over;
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters- lone and dead,-
Their still waters- still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.

By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead,-
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily,-
By the mountains- near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,-
By the grey woods,- by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp-
By the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Ghouls,-
By each spot the most unholy-
In each nook most melancholy-
There the traveller meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past-
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by-
White-robed forms of friends long given,
In agony, to the Earth- and Heaven.

For the heart whose woes are legion
‘Tis a peaceful, soothing region-
For the spirit that walks in shadow
‘Tis- oh, ’tis an Eldorado!
But the traveller, travelling through it,
May not- dare not openly view it!
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.

Edgar Allan Poe

My Friend Pablo

When one of my beloved cousins passed away, I inherited his library of amazing books.  In those books were several Pablo Neruda’s.  They increased my appreciation of his works tremendously.  His writing is so passionate.  I decided to share one of my favorites of his poetry.  I hope you like it as much as I do.

If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda