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Friday, August 26, 2011

A chat about my favorite book

So, I'm reading Wuthering Heights again. One of the books that makes me laugh and cry, and when that happens you know that it's a good book and that the writer was just simply a talented genious.
I can't get over the crazy, inescapeable, borderlining psychotic love that Catherine and Heathcliff had for one another, and it leaves you saying to yourself in the middle of sobs..."I want a love like that." Then, you start to ask your husband odd question about if he would want you to haunt him if you were to die before him. The facial expressions that play on his face in the middle of the interagation are halarious!
Seriously though, all joking aside...
It didn't matter what they went through, that love was always there. It was that one certain love that makes everyone and everything else disappear, nothing else in this world matters...except for that one person. They fought, laughed, cried, and drove each other to the brinks of insanity. They were seperated for years and even  married different people, but their hearts and souls were always together. They haunted each other and they owned each other until the day that they both died.
Crazy right? The thing is though, is that the reason I love this couple more then any other is just because of the ups and downs, the seperations, and gut wrenching heartbreak. A lot of people have the mind concept that if you are in love then you never fight, you're attached at the hip, and get along all the time. Listen everyone! That is not the case.
When you are in love you do fight, you do argue, there can be times where you are seperated, years even. You can marry someone else or the other way around. You can live your own life, but you always find your way back to the one you truely love, because that's where your heart knows home is.
The person you love will drive you crazy, insane even. One second you'll curse his name and maybe even tell yourself that you hate him, and the next second you're laughing together, dancing, and kissing. It takes a strong love to endure all of the twists and turns in life, and because that love can rise above is simply what makes it love.
Emily Bronte showed us this. She showed us what real love is and does and what it can conquer. That is why she was a brilliant writer and that is why she is remembered to this day. It is easy to make it through the good times, but the hard times is what stretches the strength of your love to the limits and tests in longtivity. The hard times is what makes the love grow stronger.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Verbalization

I've been thinking a little today about emotion and what exactly would you consider an emotional defect? Would it be someone who can't exactly portray how they really feel on the outside, so they paint their face, sit straight, and smile, and then go home and cry it all out in a letter that no one will ever see in a  shoebox under their bed? Or could it possibly be the extreme opposite? Like maybe someone who falls so hard they feel they can't breathe? They rip their heart out and wear it on there sleeve for everyone to see and they have nothing to hide. The biggest question that I have is...is it possible to be of both extremes?
I've also come to the conclusion that some things that you feel can't possibly be verbalized. It hangs on your tongue but never parts because however you may say it, it just doesn't come out right. So the feeling sits, and it stirs, and it eats away at you, and you want to scream, and you want to run, but your stuck. Here's a thought though. It may not be able to be verbalized but just maybe it can be wrote.
So I write... for all to see like the one who has their heart on their sleeve, and I write a letter that no one will ever see and shove it in a shoebox to stay, and I write because...well, there are some things that  you just can't verbalize.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Sneak Peek

Just a little sneak peek into "My Dearest Rose" for all of you.

"My dearest Rose,
Here it all is. A life of fantasy and tragedy. A life of love and happiness, and bitterness and death. a life that's mine. My life as I have ever known it. All of my memories etched on paper. All of them timeless, treasured, unchanged, and untouched. Some are tragic and painful, but some are well loved and joyous. With every life there are ups and there are downs. It's the price you have to pay to be alive, but live you do. One day you will experience heartbreak, but keep in mind when it happens that the pain will not last long and you will soon find love to replace it. The love? Well, the love lasts longer then this world will allow..."

If you would like to take the first part of Iris and Jason's journey with them, check out "My Dearest Rose." It's now available through Authorhouse, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble online! Love to all of you and goodnight!
Jessie

Monday, August 15, 2011

The short story of Smokey and Bandit

Once upon a time, there were two racoons Smokey and Bandit. Smokey and Bandit were the cutest furry little things, but they had one bad habit! Tearing out trash. I know! No one likes it! Well, Smokey and Bandit were used to getting shooed away, maybe even threatened. Maybe a time or two a dog was released on them. Who knows? It happens occasionally. All of this ended one fateful night they found a little tan house off in the middle of the woods.
One night Smokey and Bandit snuck to this house when all the lights were out and rummaged through and just tore out all the trash in search of whatever reminants of food that they could find. They cringed with every howl in the night or rustle in the leaves never knowing if they were going to be attacked and ran off again. Amazingly enough, they walked away that night with full bellies and unharmed.....

Okay, so I'm sure that you've caught onto the little tan house being the one that I live in. It was me that had to clean up all the trash that they had left on the porch and you can imagine my excitement while doing it! Yeah...there was none. I could never harm a little hair on a racoons body though ( I used to own one, cute little Chatters) and for some reason our lab, Mackey, were just amazed by them and found no reason to attack. So night after night they would tear out the trash and morning after morning I was cleaning it up. I hatched a plan! As that plan was born so was a new comfortable relationship between me, Smokey, and Bandit. Now I leave food out for them and they won't tear the trash out! The end of my trash picking up days! They even let me and Mackey sit by the door and watch as they sort through the leftover food and lick their little hands off.
Some people, like my grandma, thinks that I'm crazy. I kind of like the deal that we've made and how it feels to be Snow White. They have even spread the word and has brought another little friend, a possum, that I took upon myself to name Orbit! Now since they are wild I would never try to touch them. I do like all of my fingers! They are very cute watching through glass though. The point of this story? Co exsist. And everyone lives happily ever after! The End!

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Come on! Who likes to review books?

As you know I am the author of "My Dearest Rose" the first out of a trilogy. Right now I'm looking for some reviewers if anyone is interested. It is a 400 word count fictional drama and is based off of the life of a 24 year old girl Iris. Iris lives in the  small town of Falls City Oregon where she works at a small shop and plays music on the side at a local coffeeshop. She raises her 3 year old brother and is on bad terms with her mom. Her boyfriend had died 4 years earlier and she is still haunted by his memory. She then meets a guy named Jason whom she doesn't know is about to change her whole world. This is the story of a girls life that could be my own life, or your life. It's a story about how salvation can come from the most unlikely person and in the most unpredictable way. Because life is simply unpredictable. Sometimes not everything turns out the way that you hope or expect it to, but it rarely ever does, and sometimes, just sometimes that's alright. Sometimes you lose hope, and faith. Sometimes your dreams disappear and disinegrate and when that happens who is it that you cling to? "My Dearest Rose." You have to read the first to understand the second. Check it out through here, facebook, or twitter. Or if you wish you can go straight to it at Authorhouse, Amazon, or Barnes and Noble online.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Immortality? Maybe...

So, I was thinking earlier today...which really isn't any different for me than any other day. But what ws particualerly on my mind was mortality. And what got me thinking of mortality was (of all things) watching my daughter Jewel play. Weird right? I know. I was thinking that a lot of people have a fear of mortality (to be honest myself included) I mean who wants to die? And if you could get any wish that you would want some would wish for immoratality. Then my next thought was this. If you got your wish, that may be just as scary if not scarier then mortality. Because really what is worse, dying or never being able to die and eventaually having nothing to live for. When all else that you have loved and treaured has perished and you are left...alone. And in the end, that's what would happen. And to be honest...What's the point in living when everything that keeps your heart beating is dead?
So, on a different note, after that somewhat morbid thought, I put it in the back of my mind and helped Jewel feed the horses carrots:-) The dark abyss' of my mind doesn't understadn some things but what it does undertand and revel in, as well as my heart, is the inteense amount of love that I have for the people that mean the most to me. And in the end I just want to thank then for keeping the spark in my eyes.
Oh...or you could just wish for immortality for all of you:-) That's a thought!

Friday, August 12, 2011

My Dearest Rose

Hey!  I'm Jessie! I'm new to this. I just wanted everyone to know that I have my first and new novel out. It's titled "My Dearest Rose" and is the first of a three part trilogy! I am currently writing the second. If anyone wants to check it out stay posted or you can always go to Authorhouse, Amazon, or Barnes and Noble online. Thanks you guys! Here's a sneak peak!
 "I realized that it's the first time I actually paid any attention to any other male since Charlie died. It made me feel kind of uncomfortable and a little guilty. I couldn't help it though. Should I feel this way? It was very hard to do what I've been doing he past four years. Trying to remember, trying to forget. Balancing myself so I don't fall to far off of one side or the other...."