DANCE FOR ME
Dance for me pretty leaves
Until the sun raise its head
And you turn your faces
To the coming day.
Some days I feel strong and empowered,
Ready to face the challenges
Life throws at me.
Other days I feel invisible,
A transparent copy of myself,
Feeling life fade away.
How do I remain strong?
My transparent self
Needs to be reminded
Of all the people
Who rely on it;
Of all the people
Who love and need it.
It is flickering.
It is becoming solid.
It is becoming strong once again.
A place to reflect and write,
Where the cold wouldn’t dare to bite.
I would lie down and close my eyes,
And listen to the windswept cries.
Creatures would circle my dome.
Maybe I will see a gnome.
Such stories I would create.
Tales of loss, love, and hate.
A snow globe just for me.
A perfect place to be.
An open door invites.
An open door beckons.
Who can resist it?
Who doesn’t want to take a peek?
What treasures might be hidden on the other side?
Or what evil might be lying in wait for us?
Open the door and find out.
I know you want to.
If I had known it was going to be so hard,
Involving computer skills to the extreme,
I might have thought twice about it,
Thought twice about writing my book.
Writers must write each and every day.
We must promote our books daily.
We must post on our blogs each day.
But there’s not enough hours in a day.
How do other writers accomplish all this?
How do they leave free time for their families?
They must be expert jugglers.
Experts at writing, blogging, and juggling.
I must learn this dance.
This high-wire walk.
This never-ending battle.
I must learn to juggle.
I will do it.
I will do it all.
Just give me the chance.
Book two is waiting to be written.
I feel free.
I feel empowered.
I will survive.
James Patterson, eat my dust.
What I Cherish The Most
What I cherish the most isn’t a ‘what’ but a ‘who;’ the person who I had looked up to and then had lost too early in life. This was my brother, Neil Leist.
Why am I an author?
The answer lies with my brother, Neil Leist.
Neil was a person who lit up a room when he entered. He was 6 feet 2 inches, but it wasn’t his height that drew peoples’ eyes. It was his dynamic personality. Those grey eyes mirrored his brilliant intellect and capacity for greatness. Neil took care of my blind mother until I was old enough to help. He helped raise me when my father wasn’t home but working interminable days and nights driving a taxi.
Flourishing in the business world, Neil traded on the Commodity Exchange until he earned enough money to own a majority stake in a Fortune 500 company. He became the CEO and Chairman of the Board of Directors of American Bakeries. Neil took me along on his ride to stardom as I worked for him on the Commodities Exchange and in his offices on Madison Avenue, New York. I majored in Finance at New York University, preparing to join him. For the first time, life was good.
In the middle of the night, a phone call turned my world dark. Dark as the one in which my mother lived. My brother had been in a car accident in the Hamptons. His red Porsche had hydroplaned on the wet roads. Neil was a skilled driver with quick reflexes; he drove the car off the highway and onto the grass. Luck wasn’t with him that night. The Porsche crashed beneath a truck parked in its path. His brain injury left him in a coma, and he died two years later.
I continued my education and received an M.B.A. in Finance, but high finance lost its appeal. I worked at various investment companies, but I didn’t want to trade or analyze stocks and commodities. My brother and my parents had passed. My daughters were beginning their own lives. Without a focus in my life, I began to write. As an avid reader, I had many stories racing through my mind.
In my first book, The Dead Game, I combine mystery and paranormal. Two guests disappear from a party at a deserted house, leaving the others to fend for their lives from wild animals and traps. Since I end the book with a cliffhanger, I had to write the second book in the series, Prey for The Dead. The residents of the coastal town of Oasis in northern Florida face vampires and hybrids once again. This time, the action takes them to Disney World, where vampires hide at an exclusive club. Yes, I based my story on an actual club at Disney created by Walt Disney. Next week, I will release the third book in the series, The Dead At Heart. Is the series finished? I don’t know yet. I now live my life as a big question mark: no periods or final thoughts, only possibilities.
My life has taken unexpected twists and turns. Memories of my brother follow me across every speed bump. I don’t have him any longer, but I have Neil stored in a special place in my heart. He’s given me the strength and the drive to pursue my dreams. After what he’s accomplished in his brief life, I yearn to create a fraction of the positive memories he’s left for me and those whose lives he has touched.
9 of 9 people found the following review helpful
Jo&IsaLovesBooks Blog, June 30, 2015
This review is from: White Heaven Women (Kindle Edition)
I was gifted a copy of this book for an honest review.
White Heaven Women was a wonderful surprise. The imagery of the historic element of this book was so well done and accurate in my opinion. The attitude towards woman, social classes and special needs children is heartbreaking but so true to that era.
The modern aspect of White Heaven Women is also well done. The intertwining of the two is an adventure that I enjoyed very much. The ghosts, reincarnation aspect and just plain strange occurrences give this book an entirely other element that is exciting.
Jessie Tyson gives us an historic element, mystery, paranormal presences and romance. She kept me intrigued and turning pages to find out what would happen next.
You will enjoy meeting Beth, Sally and Constance and the many supporting characters you will fall in love with, especially Patrick. There are also a few you will love to hate. Some just plain cruel and some possessed.
I highly recommend this book for lovers of paranormal with an historic romance element.
Reviewed for Jo&IsaLovesBooks Blog
Who dares to walk in the forest?
A forest tinged blue by the moon.
I sit each night, waiting.
Watching for intruders,
Who will soon fall victim to The Dead.
No one dares to challenge The Dead,
For they own the forest.
They own Oasis.
They own us.
They own the night.
THE DEAD GAME