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

Beep beep boop… testing

I have been unable to post for quite some time, so no I’m not dead under mysterious circumstances rendering my novels worth a small fortune to the relatives I leave behind… and who will obviously tearfully mourn my loss… nope, still alive and kicking and not quite famous yet. Boo hoo, life continues.

It seems my WordPress page had a technical error and numerous posts simply would not be saved or published under any circumstances… and a simple logging out and logging back in fixed it… after some frustration and colourful language.

What is news in Anezaville? What indeed? Some dimensional shifts and new ways of looking at the world, a profound sense of gratitude for all my many blessings and a very sharp focus on work. I am also campaigning violently against the weed invasion in my rose beds and seem to be making noticeable progress. I am learning all about the Primal Blueprint and I have taken up my beloved morning walks again now that the weather is threatening summer, if rather fitfully.

I’m afraid this furious flurry of fervent activity has left little time for writing… forsooth, for shame, it’s awful and I plan to remedy it soon, but simply not having time to put fingers to keyboard does not mean that I’m not dreaming up tales in my over-active imagination.

I trust that you all have found more time to be creative than I, who have too many projects and seem to make too little time for them. I feel that in retrospect I’ve made some personal progress within myself this last year and I am quite proud of some of my recent work accomplishments. I am achieving personal goals and it’s a great feeling. I am looking forward to the energy shift that 2016 will bring and I can’t shake the feeling that something big is on the way.

I wish you, dear reader, every happiness for the coming weeks and hope that somewhere in your day you’ll be able to perform a random act of kindness for someone. It’s amazing how a kind word or a silly joke received on your WhatsApp can make your day, or something as simple as making your partner an unasked for cup of tea. Such little thoughtful gestures can be so appreciated.

Until next I visit, stay inspired.

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

Dear Readers,

until the end of July you can enjoy the following discounts on these exciting titles:

100% Discount – Coupon Code SW100:

Musings of a Bard Prose Poetry Volume 1

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Always 100% free:

The Harpy Chronicles The Namari Book I


75% Discount – Coupon Code SSW75:

The Harpy Chronicles The Namari Book II


Please be so kind as to share this with all and sundry and remember, the offer expires on 31 July. If you should read and enjoy any of the above titles, please be so kind as to leave a review. It would be much appreciated.

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!


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


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