Author Spotlight – Aneza Lee

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Dear Reader,

this week’s author spotlight for the Goodreads Paranormal, Dystopia, Fantasy and Romance Readers, Writes and Reviewers Group is none other than me! Do check out my work and please be so kind as to share it with friends, family and colleagues.

Please help me to reach my goal of 1,000,000 downloads for each of my titles by sharing this post, downloading a title and being so kind as to leave a review if you enjoyed my work. You will be helping me to make a life-long dream come true. This is me following my bliss :)

My fantasy and poetry book titles are available as e-books on Smashwords. (The Harpy Chronicles – The Namari Book I is free to download). You can find my titles in paperback on Amazon. Alternatively, they are also available for Kindle.

Thanks so much for your support and have a great week. Remember to stay inspired and to follow your bliss!

Thank you, as always, for reading,

Aneza Lee

Goodbye Othello – A tale from the Twilight Zone

I first became aware of him in the bitter winter of 2014 when the wind and rain was whipping the wet earth. A lone juvenile, a beautiful black and white tuxedo cat with pale green eyes hiding from me in the shadows of my Italian basil bush. My garden is a sanctuary for many a wandering cat seeking refuge from the tyranny of the neighbourhood children.

I heard his mournful cries in the mornings and began to ask around as to who owned this beautiful nuisance who was courting my blue eyed cream and gold tabby. Mystique is my seven-year-old spayed female cat with only three legs, but she seems to be catnip to tuxedo boys. She has many friends of this persuasion. Just another lovestruck sod I suspected, but sadly I learnt that one of our neighbours had moved away and abandoned him.

What monsters! I was outraged. It’s the same as abandoning your child in my opinion, pets are not discardable at a whim, they are a part of your family. My tender heart couldn’t bear to think of him alone and hungry, and very, very cold. The nights were deathly cold, even beneath four blankets and a feather down duvet I felt the chill in the air. I made a bed for him under the porch and began to leave food out for my mysterious little visitor but each time he saw me he ran in terror, so afraid that he actually left the premises altogether.

We are on good terms with our neighbours and their kids simply adore my fiancée, who they refer to as “cool Uncle Max.” Whether they be 4 or 16, they all come running when they see him, he’s just that kind of guy. Whether it’s painted snail races a la Turbo style or baking or make wooden cars or a competition for who can make a canon that shoots the furthest (I kid you not) – they all won a prize for effort, he loves kids and they love helping him tinker on whatever project he is busy with in our busy little garage. Naturally I informed him to tell them that if he catches them chasing that poor cat they will have to answer to me. He plays me off as the bad cop whenever they visit, with quips like “The aunty is working, don’t make a noise or you’ll be in trouble.” I’m the biggest softie but according to them I am the law. It’s hilarous. They’re all very sweet kids and very soon everyone knew that my little fella was off limits and was not to be chased.

It took months of gentle coaxing to get him to relax around me. First he stopped running away when I came out to feed him, and instead he’d walk away briskly, which relaxed into more of a stroll… The strolls got shorter and shorter until he stopped walking away and would simply watch me at a distance as I hung washing or filled the food bowl. The way to a cat’s heart is through his stomach. Finally he started coming towards me. It took such a long time to build his trust but at last I was able to reach out and touch him. I’d lay out cat nip and watch as in a very kittenish fashion he’d roll around and play and he was putting on weight and starting to relax, that haunted look finally leaving his face.

Honestly I’ve no idea how long he was homeless, half a year? One of the neighbours told me that he would steal into her kitchen at night to eat the scraps out of her cat’s bowls. Finally, we became friends and I felt very honoured to call him that. He proved to be a gentle, sweet cat. In that time I adopted a kitten from one of my very good friends, a sweet little guy I named Morpheus. My little black and white tuxedo boy who I’d called my little fella became Othello. They were the best of friends.

I noticed one afternoon that Othello seemed to be off his food. He was never a big eater anyway, but I thought I’d best keep an eye on him. Another day or two and he didn’t seem to be eating. That evening I picked him up and he seemed listless and I said to Max that if he was not better by morning I would take him to see the vet. Thinking better of it I asked Max to fetch him in from the garden where I’d last seen him having a snooze but when he went out Othello was nowhere to be seen. We searched for him but figured he’d gone out for a stroll as cats do. He was not there the following morning. I thought typical cat, he must have heard us talking about taking him to the vet. Next day still no Othello and then I heard his voice and there he was in the garden, but without his collar. I wonder how he’d lost it.

He seemed to have perked up again and was eating but was behaving strangely. He wouldn’t come near me, wouldn’t come indoors, acted as though he was afraid of us and ran like hell whenever he saw Max. He had always been very cautious of Max but it was like we were back at square one. What was wrong with him? He even attacked Morpheus. He started marking all over the garden and behaving like an unneutered male and getting into fights, but we had had him neutered. It was like he was a complete stranger.

I said to Max that we had to wash down the porch as there was an odd smell and he said it was just the cats marking the place up. Then I went out to water my pot plants and I saw a shock of black fur amidst the foliage. On moving the pot plant away I saw Othello laying there, lifeless, his jewelled collar still around his neck. Suddenly I realised the collarless black cat was not Othello and that it was in fact his doppelganger. Poor Othello had been sicker than we’d realised and here I’d had no idea he had died because his twin was sitting in my garden, eating his food, sleeping in the spots he loved to sleep in, even sounded identical to him. This all took a moment to digest and I still find it shocking. The doppelganger was here not ten minutes ago, peeping in through my office window… I’d never seen him before Othello died.

So this is something of an ode to my departed cat, who I knew for only a short year. I believe animals have an angelic energy about them, they bring healing and joy with them and it was no different with Othello. His energy was so gentle. When I did my angel card readings I kept receiving the “Your pets on Earth and in Heaven are watched over by angels” card. My angels knew even though I didn’t. Isn’t life strange sometimes?

If you’ve borne with me this far, thank you dear reader, I appreciate your time.

Stay inspired and don’t forget to pet your pet. Like I always tell them when I let them out, “I love you,” and I often ask the angels to keep an eye on them. Maybe I sound a little liki tiki tau to you. That’s okay, this is my little world and they know me here.

‘Til next I visit your inbox,

Aneza Lee

Thank you

Just a little word with a big feeling behind it and one we don’t hear often enough. I just wanted to express my thanks to everyone who supported me during the Smashwords book promotion. Your support really means a lot. Thank you so much.

As an author, I can tell you that my books are my treasures, something I have invested a lot of time and love into creating and it brings me real joy to share my creations with you.

It has been a somewhat crazy month, with adventures in burnt popcorn, sad farewells, joyous reunions, and lots and lots of wind and rain. I’ve enjoyed some lovely sunshine days spent in my garden planting alyssum beneath my roses and have even put oil on canvas for the first time in a long while. Winter is a dread season for me. I can’t stand the cold, it is my kryptonite and anyone who knows me well will be nodding in agreement right now. Who’s bad idea was winter anyway? Some fools, no doubt…

I hope you are all keeping well, keeping warm and for those of you working on beloved projects or chasing those goals and dreams, don’t give up. Your moment of manifestation may be just around the corner.

Stay inspired,

Until next time,

Aneza Lee

Book Promotion: Limited Time Offer Discounts

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Dear Readers,

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Happy reading to you all and until my next post,

stay inspired.

Aneza Lee

Featured Author: Montgomery Mahaffey

Congratulations go to this weeks featured author, Montgomery Mahaffey.

Please take the time to check out her work via the link here: https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/15226846-the-featured-author-15th—21st-of-july

And here: http://freeflyingpress.com/

As a fellow author, I know how much it means to have someone take an interest in your work.

Wishing you the best of success with your writing career, Montomery. Best of luck!

Dreams

We all have dreams and aspirations. Sometimes we forget them along the way, sometimes old dreams are replaced with new ones as we grow as people. Sometimes our dreams are crushed under the wicked boot heel of that bitch we call reality… or by mean spirited people who play a role in our lives. Sometimes though, I think we just lose our way and forget our dreams as we get so caught up in the daily grind of our lives. The hamster wheel called survival turns on it’s axle and we get caught up in the Groundhog Dayness of it all until one day we wake up, or don’t, and ask ourselves where we lost sight of our dreams. Sometimes even I, the glass half full girl, has days like that. Other days I’m just insanely grateful for what I have and I count my blessings and my lucky stars.

Occasionally though, I sit down and do a dream achievement inventory. There are some things I’d still like to achieve and the fun part is trying to figure out how. When I can’t see a direct route, I set the intention that I’d like to achieve it and then I start taking little steps towards realizing that dream. It’s been surprisingly effective and I owe the publication of three book titles to this technique. Even though I was told by my family that it was a pipe dream I’d never realize, I set my mind to the task and I wrote my book, regardless of evidence to the contrary.

Needless to say, no one was prouder when I announced that my writings were available in paperback than the very nay sayers who poopooed my dream in the first place. In a strange way I think their attitude actually encouraged me to do it, just to prove them wrong. Don’t give up on your dreams, when you face obstacles, just keep going. Successful people are successful because they never gave up, no matter how many times they faced defeat.

I am luckier than most. I am surrounded by loving support. Just know that you are capable of achieving anything you set your mind to. Kick that hamster wheel over and look out beyond your cage. Your dream is out there, waiting for you to achieve it.

Stay inspired, dear reader, and thank you, as always, for reading.

Aneza Lee

The International Flag of Planet Earth and other thoughts

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Dear Reader,

two posts today, evidently I am on a roll. Never one for flooding your inbox, I did however feel quite inspired when I saw this post on Facebook several days ago. I tried to imagine a world where we did not teach children to be racist or prejudiced. The more I thought about it the sadder I felt that we do this in all cultures across the globe. In my humble opinion, prejudice and racism are diseases found almost everywhere and it seems such a waste of energy that could be better spent in the pursuit of happiness. Just recently I saw the proposed International Flag of Planet Earth.

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If only it were true, if only we were united as one people. Mankind is a particularly incredible species and I can only imagine a world where we are united under one flag, all working together, like in Star Trek… going where no man has gone before. Imagine no war, no petty squabbles, no abuse, racism or prejudice, just a global network of like-minded brothers and sisters all working to make our home, Planet Earth, a better place for every citizen. A place where we celebrate our differences, for our uniqueness is what makes each individual suited to their particular goal in life. They want space travellers to use this flag to represent Earth, but what would it be like if each person actually took this idea to heart?

None of us are responsible for what our forefathers did to one another in the past, that “sins of the father visited down upon the sons” tradition is one that we can all change. I’d like to perpetuate the dream of beginning anew and becoming a citizen of Planet Earth, all of us under one banner, sharing one planet for the good of all. It only takes a single seed, a single kind deed to change our present and our future. The past is in the past, so let’s work on leaving it there and focus instead on the now. You can only control your own actions, your own thoughts and deeds as a member of the brotherhood of man.

That is something I’d like to aspire to, in my own small way. We all can, all we have to do is believe that we can change and then, like the Nike slogan says, just do it.

Thank you, as always, for reading,

Aneza Lee

Featured Poem: Arcana Compromised By Aneza Lee

Good morning lovely reader,

Delighted to share the news that one of my poems, Arcana Compromised, from the Musings of a Bard Prose Poetry Collection is featured on the Wildsound Writing and Film Festival Review website. Feeling very excited! I love the freedom of prose and although I’ve had fun with iambic pentameter I always return to my beloved prose.

For your enjoyment:

Genre: Philosophical

Arcana Compromised
by Aneza Lee

Crude scribbler of base words, crude bearer of rusted swords, smite me with a mighty blow, yet think of all the things ye’d want to know before my last breath expires. Secrets grand that lay beyond death’s gate, secrets made of death and hate, lust and fate, emptiness and the sins of the great.

Paint me a song, with artist’s brush and writer’s quill, paint it with light and shadow, if ye will. Inspiration is a slavish devotion, it cares not for appearances, it will sip from thy soul, it will sup from thy spirit and leave thee sated with it.

Drink now from the chalice that is me, speak now thy own thoughts as from the heart they do rise, like stars in velvety night skies. Inspiration, a favoured lover, a new light to discover, like a vast landscape painted in hues of love and devotion, draped upon the mind’s eye like silver upon the ocean.

From the dust I shall rise, a creature but a moment away from a certain demise, look but closely and ye’ll see the truth in my eyes. Secrets locked dark and deep, secrets not whispered, even in the velvety realm of sleep. Smite me now and they shall fade away, never to see the light of another dawning day.

Crude scribbler, rude warrior, thief of treasure beyond truth’s measure, steal the essence of me and it is only blackness that ye will see. A beating heart, a soul that sings of glory and the rediscovery of ancient things. Archaic tale, forgotten vale, dance of stars across night’s veil, these things will be lost to thee, if ye choose to smite me.

Thrust aside thy crude sword, swallow thy knavish words and let me be. I am not a creature of this world, though it does not make me immune to thy sword. I may still bleed at the touch of steel, I am not of here, but still, I am quite real. I am as a songbird that to the moon her sweet song sings, a teller of ancient tales that to ancient truths bear subtle answering.

I beg of thee, do not steal the essence that is me. Crude scribbler, rude warrior, thief of sacred things that once stolen may never be returned, spirit lost upon a foul wind, nothing by this act is gained! Leave me be, I’ll not challenge thee, I wish only to be free of thy malice and fear, a spirit that to the moon her song sings, a creature not of here, but a creature that no longer feels thy fear.

Have a brilliant week and wherever you are in the world, may you be inspired to be the best you that you can be.

Thank you, as always, for reading,

Aneza Lee

Frabjous or Frenemy – a Philosophy

Good day dear readers,

Our minds are memory banks for two sorts of experiences, positive and negative. What is your happiest memory? Your most touching moment? What was one event in your life that brought you an overwhelming feeling of joy and gratitude or pride in an achievement? How do these things make you feel when you recall them? Now recall one of your saddest memories, or a moment when you were really angry or felt defeated, rejected or just plain hurt? How do those memories make you feel? Which set of memories made you feel good and which ones made you feel bad? Which do you prefer recollecting? Hmm.

Now take a second to think about your general self-talk, that inner dialogue that whirls around in your head all day. Positive or negative? Do you realize the incredible power that lays within your mind, yourself, to choose how you feel every single waking moment? It struck me some time ago that by eliminating negative people from my life I eliminated all the emotional baggage and drama that they brought with them through my door each time I had contact with them. I am sure we all have people like this in our lives. People who are emotional vampires, who suck the joy out of our lives, who spread their angst and misery with them wherever they go, always playing the victim, always vomiting their drama into the foyer of our lives.

We patiently play the role of supportive friend, patting their backs as they weep over their latest follies or as they drone on endlessly about this abusive person or that unsolvable problem, or worse, they inflict subtle emotional torture on us. They never stop to think for a moment how their actions affect those around them. They’ll emotionally abuse you and dump all over you and you’ll excuse their bad behaviour repeatedly… They’re going through a breakup, a divorce, a bad day at the office, a personality disorder, PMS, a broken toe, an addiction.

Think about the people in your life who make you happy, who lift you up, support you, care about you, cheer you on during a challenge or project. The people who will answer their phone or door to you at 2am if you need a friend to talk to or will be there to help you if your car breaks down on the highway. I’m sure there are people in your life who when you leave their company you leave happy and smiling and had a good time with them.

Now think about your collection of people who when you leave their company you feel exhausted, emotionally depleted, worried, concerned, angry, sad, insulted, confused and whatever other negative emotion comes to mind. I’m not talking about a once off, but people who repeatedly, continuously leave you feeling negative after you’ve been in their company. Who’s company do you prefer? Hmm. Now ask yourself why the hell you do it to yourself? If you have the power to choose who you spend your time with, will you not consciously choose to put more effort into the positive relationships and just simply cut out the negative ones? Imagine that life and how nice it would be to just be surrounded with the positive people that you allow in, that you choose to spend your time with. Ah, bliss.

Several years ago I had occasion to evaluate all the relationships in my life and this concept struck me quite powerfully. Why on God’s green earth was I making an effort to spend time with people who made me feel crappy whenever I left their company? I’d call them up, make plans to see them, and when I left I felt hurt and confused, as though I needed to somehow seek their approval and wasn’t making some sort of indefinable grade that that they’d set for me. I’d endure veiled insults and aspersions and on the drive home I’d find myself wondering what they’d meant when they’d said that, or if I’d somehow misinterpreted something, but that feeling in the pit of my stomach was uncomfortable and unwanted and overwhelmingly negative. I’d lay awake at night fretting and trying to figure out how to make amends for some imperceivable infraction I must have made…

One day I just adopted that brilliant Indian philosophy I happened upon amongst the nuggets of wisdom that are often scattered on my Facebook page. Fuck it. Fuck them and fuck this. I chose the positive relationships in my life and I surgically removed the negative ones. I can’t tell you how odd it is to not find myself worrying over this or that person’s self-inflicted drama or relaying a negative experience I had with so-and-so to my good friends. I admit I think I was oddly addicted to it. The lost causes, the birds with the broken wings, the problem friends who always asked for advice and then never took it, making one bad decision after another. It’s all gone and the void where all that was is now filled with peace and contentment. I’ll admit I was a slow learner on this one. In my bid to always be a good person, to be forgiving of others faults, I forgot that there is always a choice in the company you keep and the people you allow into your inner circle. Examine your frenemies, examine your toxic relationships and ask yourself why you keep in contact with the negative people when you could rather spend time with the positive, uplifting people in your life.

I did and it has made a world of difference. Occasionally I’ll remember them, and even miss them, but then I consciously turn my thoughts to the great people who I consciously willed into my life. Believe me, when you choose to surround yourself with positive people it’s like watering a flower bed, suddenly all these amazing people pop up in your life. On that note, dear reader, hopefully I’ve left you with some food for thought. I know we can’t avoid every negative so-and-so on the planet. We have to go to work and the workplace is often filled with negative people you would never choose to associate with in the normal course of your day, but again, it is your choice to engage them or to push them to the periphery. Just smile and gravitate towards the positive people in the office and when in doubt, remember that brilliant Indian philosophy I mentioned earlier. Fuck it.

Stay inspired dear reader and thank you, as always, for reading,

Aneza Lee

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