The Storyteller – A Flash Fiction Story

smallerI’ve taken on Canadian author ’Nathan Burgoine’s monthly flash fiction challenge. The challenge for January was to write a story that was in the fairy tale genre, included the location of a prison and also included a tattoo machine as an object. All this and the story could only be 1,000 words. Here is my entry and I hope you enjoy it!

The story clocks in at 954 words and I had an absolute blast writing it. I can’t wait until next month!

The Storyteller

Once upon a time, in the village of Inglewood Hamlet, there was a woman that was covered in ink.

Mr. Brocade, the owner of the Dog and Puddle Pub, said so. “It was as if someone had covered her skin in lines of ink. They make no rhyme or reason, but there they are. T’was the oddest thing.”

Other villagers had seen her, too. Once, on a hot day, Miss. Velvete had seen the back of the woman’s neck when she had lifted the veil that covered her head so that a breeze could cool her skin. “It was beautiful.” Miss Velvete said. “Looked as if she had been dipped in ink made of the finest jewels.”

The woman heard the whispers and felt them upon her skin. She smiled. If only they knew the power of their words. She itched to get the words on paper. There were so many stories to tell.

Letting herself into what they called home, Kathan called out. “Sophie, are you home?”

Her voice echoed through out the empty cells and clattered against the stone walls and the echoes were joined by the sound of small footsteps running on stone.  The prison had stood empty for so long that it seemed silly to pay for housing; what did it matter that they shared their home with the occasional spirit?

Sophie appeared out of a nearby doorway, a smile on her face. Sophie ran to Kathan and threw her arms around Kathan in a big hug.

“Oh, well if I knew I’d receive such a greeting, I would have gone to market sooner.” Kathan said with a smile. She put down her basket of foodstuffs and hugged her daughter back.

“Mama, I wrote a story! Just like you do. Want to see?”

Sophie lifted up the sleeve of her sweater and Kathan saw several words written upon her arm in a childish script. Ruffling her daughter’s hair, Kathan asked “Did you do all those letters by yourself? That’s very good poppet.”

“Now I can make magic like you, Mum!” She gave Kathan a wide smile. “Can we make some magic now? You promised!”

Kathan let out a laugh and hugged her daughter again. “You’re still too young, poppet, but I can show you how its done. Come, lets go see Ms. Maven.”

Sophie let out a loud, happy squeal and ran towards the kitchens and Kathan followed closely behind. She found Sophie chatting animatedly with Ms. Maven who was a lovely pearlescent blue. She floated a few feet off the ground in front of Sophie.

“And Mama’s going to do magic and everything! And I get to see!” Sophie said.

“You don’t say, love. Now you be a good girl while I help out your mama, okay?”

Ms. Maven patted Sophie’s head and it looked as if the wind blew at her hair. Sophie let out a giggle. “Ms. Maven! It tickles when you do that!”

Ms. Maven stuck out her tongue at Sophie and then gave her a soft smile. Floating over to Kathan, she regarded Kathan with concern. “You’re full of words today, dear. People have been telling a lot of stories.

Kathan nodded. “It’s always like that on market days. The food is in the front hall.”

“Never you mind. You come sit at the table and I’ll get everything set up. I’ll put on some lavender tea for afterwards.”

Sitting at table in the kitchen, Kathan watched as Ms. Maven floated up to the highest shelf and took down a small wooden box and placed it in front of Kathan.

Nodding in thanks, Kathan reached into her dress for a fountain tip pen. She opened the box and clipped it inside so that it stood upright. The holder had hinges on either side of it, so that fountain pen could move back and forth.

Next, Kathan placed a pile of paper in a spot at the bottom of the box. There were hinges and pullies there that could pull in pages and push them out. Ms. Maven had designed the box herself and, without it, Kathan could not work her magic.

“Okay, Sophie, are you ready?”

“Yes, Mama!”

Standing, Kathan removed her shawl. Sophie drew in a breath when she saw what waited underneath: everywhere on Kathan’s skin, there were words written in ink. They looped and curved and tilted along her skin, so many words that you couldn’t read them.

“Watch, Sophie.”

Sophie nodded and Kathan placed her hands on the fountain pen. It began to move at once and Sophie watched as words began to fill the pages. As the pages kept filling with more words, so did the words that were on Kathan’s skin disappear. It was as if they were being pulled from her body.

When it was done, and the last page was filled, Kathan looked at her daughter. “Do you understand, dear one?”

“You’re the ink, Mama!”

“Yes, poppet, that’s very good!” She and Ms. Maven looked on happily.

“But why Mama? Why do this? You have thousands of pages of people’s stories.” She looked confused. “Why?”

Kathan took Sophie’s hands in hers. “Because poppet, we must always remember. The land needs stories just as if needs water and sunshine. If we forget where we’ve come from, we cease to be. Only with stories do we remember. Through our stories, we live on inside of the hearts of others. I’m a storyteller. It’s what we do. You will do this, too, one day.”

“But who will read this story, Mama?” Sophie asked. “Who will read your story?”

“I have a feeling there is someone reading this story right now. And they will remember me.”

Or so the story goes…

 

 

The Key Within – A Poem

A new year

small

is beginning,

its pathway stretching

out before me

like a yellow brick road.

I wonder what

the year will bring

and I contemplate

what will come.

I decide to meditate

on the year ahead

and when I

close my eyes,

I can see clouds

filled with light.

Reaching out,

I pluck one

of the clouds

and hold it

close to my face.

The scent of cinnamon

and oranges, lemons

and juniper blossoms

fills the air

and the cloud

is pulsing softly

with a soft glow,

as if the cloud

holds a small heart.

Inside the cloud,

there is a small clockwork boy

made out of metal.

A key should be there,

sticking from his back,

but it is missing.

I put the metal boy

back inside the cloud

and I begin to look for the key.

I look into more clouds,

each filled with something different:

a silver chain with a pendant shaped like a star,

a small music box that plays a tune I didn’t know,

a post card, but I can’t see where it’s from.

I open my eyes

and find a woman

sitting next to me.

She offers me a serene smile.

“You won’t find what you’re looking for.”

She says softly.

Smiling, she holds

out a hand.

I watch as

a cloud forms

in her palm,

pulsing as if filled by light.

“Think of these clouds as wishes. They show what might be.”

I thought about what she said.

“But then if they are not what is coming, what are they?”

She laid a hand

on one of mine.

“They are wishes, hopes and dreams. It does not do to spend time wondering what will happen. You simply have to live.”

I nodded, feeling

a light grow around me.

“Where is the key for the boy?”

I asked gently.

“Why don’t you know?”

She said.

“It is inside of you. You already process the key. What you do with it is up to you.”  

Reaching out,

she touched my chest.

At her touch,

I watched as a the

outline of a key

filled my chest.

Though I knew it was impossible,

I could feel it there,

beating like a heart

inside of me.

“The key is a gift.”

She said, smiling.

“Use it to open what you will, but make sure that it unlocks brings you joy.”

I nodded, taking heed

of her words.

My sight began

to fill with soft, pulsing light,

so much so

that the woman was gone,

enveloped in a cocoon

of sublime brightness.

When I opened my eyes,

I was holding a key

in the palm of my hand.

Free Reads for the Holidays!

Happy Holidays!

If there is one thing I love about the Holidays, it’s the chance to sit down with a cup of tea and read the new books that I (hopefully!) get each year.

I thought it would be fun to give you all something to read this Holiday season! So, I’ve made all of my Holiday novellas free for the Holidays!

Here’s a bit about each of them:

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In the town of Inglewood Hamlet, there is a boy named Gustav who can create actual magic. He wanders the village, selling his wears. All he asks for in return are acts of kindness.

On the eve of Yuletide, with nowhere to go, he hides from the cold in an alley. He is alone but for the spirit of his Mama to keep him company.

He is saved by Liam, a man who recognizes Gustav because of the magic he has left behind…

You can read that story here:

https://jamiesonwolf.com/2017/12/23/the-magic-man-a-short-story/

love and two keys cover pictureLove and Two Keys

Xander is an outcast at school.

He is often the victim of mockery and bullying. The other kids know that he is not like them, that there is something different about him. Instead of interacting with others, he sits inside and reads his books during his lunch period. While he reads, he is truly alive.

Remy is his only friend in the whole school. There is something different about her, too; but unlike Xander, Remy is out and proud and unafraid. She tells Xander there is no shame in being gay, that being yourself can set you free. Xander is unsure of what to do.

Then two things happen at once. Xander meets a boy named Alex and, when he does, the two keys he wears around his neck start to glow. Soon, Xander is faced with a choice: accept who he is and the chance at love? Or turn away from it all.

Thankfully, it’s Christmas and magic can make anything possible…

You can download Love and Two Keys for free here:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/768071

the-greatest-gift-coverThe Greatest Gift

Lincon is living inside of himself.

Having lost his partner Xander three years ago, on December 24th, he is a shell of his former self. His only comfort can be found in a circle of stone where he can hear Xander’s voice. His friend, Dava, tries to get him to engage with life again, telling him that Xander would have wanted him to be happy.

Lincon is content to live out the rest of his life by not living. What he needs is a miracle. That miracle comes in the form of an angel. Those we have loved are closer to us then we could even dream. Having watched his lover drift further inside himself, Xander knows he must do something, but what can he do?

Gabriel is the one that tells him to find someone for Lincon, someone who shines bright. If Xander should find someone, how does he make sure they meet?

Thankfully, miracles do happen at Christmas…

You can download this for free right now!

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/687873

the-magic-of-stars-coverThe Magic of Stars

Oscar doesn’t believe in magic.

Though he lives in Inglewood Hamlet where magic is an everyday occurrence and his grandmother is the village miracle woman. Oscar still doesn’t believe in magic. Scientific facts are things that are proven, whereas magic has no quantifiable proof.

His whole world changes when one night, at his grandmothers urging, he wishes upon a falling star. “I wish I believed in magic…”

The next day, he meets a girl in the village named Laura. She seems unlike anyone he has ever met before. Even the snow seems to sparkle more around her. Though they have never met before, she seems to know him.

Little does Oscar know that Laura will change his life forever. Sometimes wishes do come true. It is Yuletide after all…

You can download this book for free right now!

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/691736

CleoandtheCats-coverCleo and the Cats

Shortly before Christmas, Cleo is visited by a cat; it watches her as she sleeps from her bedroom window.

Cleo has the strange sense that the cat is watching her; more that it understands her when she speaks.

Soon, there is not one cat watching her but three.

To learn the secret of the cats, Cleo will have to learn there is still magic in the world.

Download this book for free right now!

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/20921

There’s something here for everyone.I hope that all of you and yours have the most wonderful of Holidays. Happy Hanukah, Merry Christmas, Happy Yule, Joyous Festivus. Whatever you celebrate, I hope you’re surrounded by the ones you love.

Jamieson

The Magic Man – A Short Story

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Once upon a time, in the village of Inglewood Hamlet, there was a boy who sold magical trinkets in the market.

These trinkets were of a strange and wonderous variety: a locket that held a wish that was different for each person who opened it; a cane that caused lightning to strike every time it’s tip struck ground; and a deck of cards that would shuffle itself while playing music.

People came from all around the village to view the boy’s trinkets. He wandered amongst the stalls in the market, selling foodstuffs and clothing, herbs and spices, animals, and furniture. Some days were luckier than others, but the boy did not mind; that was the way of the world.

There were fewer people in winter, however. The snow had come the day before, falling down around the boy like confetti and blowing in the wind. There were some people about, but they were in a hurry due to the oncoming snowfall. They didn’t want to take the time to look at anything magical.

Soon, the boy was the only one left in the market. All the other vendors had gone home to their warm beds. The boy searched the market and, when he could find not place to take shelter, he went into the village proper.

A voice near his left ear said, “I don’t see why you can’t just find somewhere warm to lay your head, Gustav. It’ll be a cold one tonight.”

Sighing, Gustav tried to catch sight of her, but he was never quick enough. She remained just out of sight. “It’s always cold in the winter.”

She let out a sigh of her own and it sounded like the wind in his ear. “Still though, why do you sell these magical things if not for money? Isn’t that the point of all this? Don’t you want to live on the hill, with the other royals?”

He shook his head, though he wasn’t even sure she could see him. “I only ever get enough money to eat, Mama. That’s all. Besides, I like to think of the magic I give the villagers brings them hope. That’s payment enough.”

He heard a sound like his Mama was sticking out her tongue and blowing it at him. “Pshaw. Giving other people hope won’t get you a warm bed at night.”

Gustav knew that she would continue to disagree with him, but this was okay. It was her way, or at least it had been. He wasn’t sure when his Mama had started talking to him, but it often seemed that she had always been with him.

He walked on, past houses that shone with light in the darkness. The snow had grown heavier, so that rather than like confetti, it now fell hard and fast like rain. He found himself taking shelter in an alleyway, trying to find a spot of warmth for himself.

Gustav heard the sound of singing. He wondered why people sung carols but realized it was Yuletide. He had forgotten.

“This was always my favourite time of year,” His Mama said. “Do you remember when you used to hang your stocking by the fireplace, hoping that Saint Nicholas would leave you something wonderful?”

“I always hoped for a book,” he said with a smile. “I remember.”

He heard the sound of a door opening nearby and saw the shape of a shadow on the snow. It appeared larger than life but, as he watched it, the shadow grew smaller. Gustav heard the sound of footsteps and suddenly, the shadow stood in front of him.

He knew that it was a man, but Gustav could see no features because of all the light behind the man. Then a voice spoke and the sound of it was like honey on his tongue:

“Why, you’re the magic man. You must come inside.”

Gustav shook his head. “No, I can’t impose upon you.”

His Mama blew her tongue at him again. “If the man wants to offer you warmth, why do you say no?”

“Please?” The man asked. “No one should be alone on Christmas.”

His Mama nudged him very strongly. “Go on, Gustav, go on. He doesn’t want you to be alone and neither do I.” Gustav heard the sound of wind moving away, then it returned to him, squeezing him as if in an embrace. “It’s okay, Gustav, you can trust him.”

Slowly, Gustav made his way forward to the other man who held out his hand. When Gustav took it, a current ran up his arm that filled him with delicious warmth. The man’s grasp was gentle and somehow reassuring.

He led Gustav into the lighted foyer of his rooms and closed the door. Blinking, Gustav tried to clear his vision. When he could see properly, his eyes took in a modest bedsit with walls that were covered with shelves. The shelves held all manner of books and, looking closely, items that Gustav recognized almost at once.

There was the tin solider that Gustav had given to a little boy a few months back. It moved on its own without aid of electricity. There was the snow globe that a woman had taken that reflected the true weather outside. On the topmost shelf was the small tree that he had given to a man last Yuletide. It shone with its own lights as if bedecked in the stars themselves.

Turning, Gustav started to ask the man why he had all of Gustav’s magical trinkets and he found he couldn’t speak. All Gustav could do is take in the man in front of him, who stood in the light. It looked as if he had a halo and when he moved towards Gustav, the very air around them sparkled. The man had head of curling blond hair and blue eyes that shone like sapphires in the darkness. There was a ruff of stubble on his chin that framed full lips.

“Are you made of magic?” Gustav whispered.

The man let out a small laugh that sounded like the music leaves made in the forest. “No, but you are.” Holding out a hand he said, “My name is Liam.”

When Gustav took Liam’s hand, warmth slid up his arm, as if he had dipped his hand in a jar full of stars. Looking at Liam, Gustav knew he felt it, too. “Why do you say that I’m magic?”

Liam took his hand away and Gustav felt its loss keenly. Liam motioned around the room that contained a great deal of his trinkets. “Because of these. They all contain magic of some sort. I know you created them all.”

Gustav watched Liam as he moved around the room, touching objects with fondness. “How do you know?”

Liam turned and looked at Gustav. “I know because they all feel the same. I know they all do different things, but they all feel like you. Does that make sense? I first came across this globe over here. It would light up as you traced a path on its surface when you asked it a question, as if it were telling you where you had to go.”

Picking it up, Liam held it out to Gustav. Taking it gently, Gustav held it like it was a child. He remembered it well. He had given it to a little boy who had been lost and wanted to find his way home.

“I then came across this crown. A woman I knew gave it to me when I was having a particularly difficult day. She told me that the crown would make me see myself as I really was, not as I saw myself.” Liam gently placed it on top of Gustav’s head and Gustav felt the hum of its magic, almost as if it were saying hello, as if it had missed him.

Liam smiled, and it was as if a light had turned on inside of him. Gustav smiled back when he saw Liam lit so brightly from within. “As I found more of your objects, I began to know even more about you.”

Gustav laughed. “That’s not possible.”

“Says the man who can make magic—actual magic.” Liam came closer and ran a finger along Gustav’s jaw line. “Tell me, magic man. Why do you wander alone, selling your magic for acts of kindness?”

A light burned brighter inside of Gustav at Liam’s touch, and he found himself looking into Liam’s eyes. They had gone from the deep blue of sapphires to the grey peaks of waves. Heat blossomed on Gustav’s cheeks and he wondered if they were glowing.

“Oh my,” Mama sighed in Gustav’s ear. “Just look at him. Isn’t he beautiful?”

“Shut up,” Gustav whispered urgently.

“I’m sorry?” Liam asked, a hurt look on his face.

“No, I didn’t mean you,” Gustav said.

“Oh sweetheart, if you don’t take him, I will. He’s just so dreamy and he has it so badly for you.”

“Mama, be quiet!” Gustav cried, making a shooing motion with his hand.

Liam put a hand on Gustav’s shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Letting out a cry, Gustav ran to the door and threw it open. The cold air hit him like a slap to the face and when the wind hit his tears, they turned to jewels that fell to the ground and they clattered on the hardwood floor.

“Gustav, wait!”

Letting more tears fall, diamonds and pearls and pieces of crystal, Gustav didn’t listen and ran out into the darkness. The snow began to cover him like a blanket almost right away. He stood there, shivering, when there was the sound of footsteps behind him. Liam put a heavy cloak around Gustav’s shoulders and pulled him into an embrace.  Liam smelled like wood smoke and oranges.

“Why did you run? What are you afraid of?” Liam asked.

“Why aren’t you afraid?” Gustav countered. “You should be afraid of a freak like me. There’s something wrong with me and what I can do, anyway?”

“What is it you can do? Create magic?”

“Yes,” he said in a harsh whisper. “I create the things that people dream of and they toss it away. When people get to know me, I frighten them. They find what I can create amazing, but don’t find me so captivating.”

“Is that why you’ve been alone?”

Gustav nodded. “I’ve been alone since my Mama died…but she’s always with me. She spoke to me in your bedsit before. That’s who I was talking to. At least that way, I’m never alone.”

He looked away from Liam, not wanting to see that look of shock or discomfort that arose whenever he let someone in. Another tear fell and was taken by the wind. He felt Liam squeeze him softly.

“You don’t have to be alone anymore, if you don’t want to,” Liam said.

“Oh, honey! I like this one. Give him a chance, will you?” said Mama.

Gustav looked up to find Liam looking at him, his eyes filled with wonder and light, not with fear or disgust. “You’re not afraid of me?”

“No,” Liam said. “I’m enraptured by you.” He reached up and wiped the snow off of Gustav’s brow. “Is your Mama here right now?”

“Yes, she is.”

“Very nice to make your acquaintance, ma’am. You’ve got quite the grandson in Gustav. I love him so very much.”

“Oh, be still my heart!” Mama said softly.

“How can you love me?” Gustav asked. “You don’t even know me.”

“I do know you, through your creations. They say that to understand magic, you have to study it. I’ve studied your magic and therefore I’ve looked into your soul.”

A softness began to form within Gustav, a warm pulse moving through him. “You love me.” He said this as a statement, not as a question. “You love me.”

“I do,” Liam said. “I’ve been looking for you for years, never dreaming I would find you outside of my bedsit. But I saw light and I felt a hum in the air so familiar to me, so pure. I came out and found you.”

Not thinking about it, Gustav leaned in close and kissed Liam. He wrapped his arms around him and felt as if he were melting when Liam kissed him back. He felt, rather than saw, a brilliant light coming from both of them, pouring out of them from their hearts as they beat as one.

“Open your eyes,” his Mama said.

Gustav felt her presence lift from him and a soft breeze swirled around them. Gustav broke the kiss and opened his eyes. Gustav looked at Liam and saw that he had his eyes open, too. They both took in the gorgeous light that came from their love for each other.

“Now isn’t this just beautiful?” Mama said softly.

Turning towards the sound of her voice, Gustav saw his Mama standing there in front of them, her face a glow with a smile. He reached out to touch her and, though she was made from light, he felt her solid form.

“How is this possible?” he whispered.

“You are made of magic and, yet you ask this?” Liam asked. He kissed Gustav softly. “Anything is possible during Yuletide.”

“Oh, this makes me happy,” Mama said. She reached out and touched Gustav’s cheek. He could feel the warmth from her touch. “Now I can leave you.”

“Where will you go? We’ve been together for so long now.”

“Sweet child.” She looked at him with kindness and love in her eyes. “I’ve been gone from this world for so long. I only stay to watch over you, to make sure that you were not alone.”

“What will I do without you, Mama?”

“Why, you have Liam. I can feel his love for you and it is true and pure. The seed of love has been planted and it can only grow. Besides, I will not be far from you. If you have need of me, you have only to look up into the stars. I will be there.”

She leaned in closely and kissed Gustav’s head. A tear fell from her eye and she caught it. It was a golden crystal, filled with the light of the sun. She fashioned a chain of light and attached the stone to it. Gently, she put it around Gustav’s neck.

“Be well, my sweet boy. Happy Yule.”

She began to fade from sight until she was as bright as the stars around them. They could see the shape of her made out of stars for only a moment. Then the shape flared brightly and then faded once more.

Their own light still flared brightly, and Gustav turned to Liam and kissed him, feeling as if he had received the greatest of gifts.

When Liam took his hand, Gustav let him lead him inside where warmth and their future together awaited.

So the story goes…

Dear 2017

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Dear 2017

Where do I even start? Is there any way to articulate how awesome you were? You were awesome AND fabulous.

This year totally rocked my world. It was full of so many great and wonderful things that I don’t even know where to start! Oh, wait, I should start at the beginning, right? Well, we’ll get to that in a little bit.

I made a promise to myself, way back in 2014, that I would live more. I have kept that promise and seem to have taken that as my own personal motto. Every year since 2014 has been filled with more and more amazing and wonderful things, experiences that I will always remember.

I know that I’m grateful to be living my life, to have the life I have. I’m so thankful for every moment, for every second, minute, hour and day.

Ready to relive 2017 with me? Okay, here we go:

January

My fourth book of poems, Living Beyond the Waves, was published. Each book of poems has had a theme and Living Beyond the Waves was about pushing myself beyond my boundaries, about living beyond the limits that I normally set for myself. It was well received and my favourite collection to date.

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You can get your copy here:

https://www.amazon.ca/Living-Beyond-Waves-Jamieson-Wolf-ebook/dp/B01MR8MM5C/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1513550489&sr=8-1&keywords=Living+Beyond+the+Waves

February

February was spent in preparations for the wedding. Getting the invitations out, co-ordinating with the venue, the caterers. So much work but so worth it!

March

March was much the same. The wedding day was getting closer and there were still so many things to work out!

April

Michael and I celebrated our third anniversary on April 4th. I still marvel at the fact that we’ve been together for longer that three years now when it feels like I only met him last month. This anniversary was special, though.

Michael and I got married on April 15th and it was the most magical day. When I think of my wedding day, I can think only of joy, of cheer of happiness. All of our families and friends were there to help us celebrate the day that our hearts became one. I can’t thank Michael enough for becoming my husband. I am forever grateful for you.

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We had our honeymoon in Costa Rica! It was my first time there, but it won’t be the last. It was like living in paradise for a week. It really was incredible. Sunny and gorgeous every day with wonderful food and amazing excursions. I can’t wait to go back!

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When we returned from our honeymoon, my new novel Lust and Lemonade was published by Renaissance Press. It’s the first book in the Lemonade series and I couldn’t be happier with Renaissance or with the book being out! It’s been so well received, and people have loved it, so that’s awesome! The second book was also accepted by Renaissance Press so look for that in 2018.

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Get your copy of Lust and Lemonade here:

https://www.amazon.ca/Lust-Lemonade-Jamieson-Wolf/dp/1987963245/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1497103474&sr=8-1

As if that weren’t enough for April, I did my 4th MS Walk on April 30th. We had a great time this year, though it was very cold! Because it was so cold, we managed to do the whole five KM in under an hour. That’s freaking awesome!

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May

May saw the publication of a book I was very proud to be a part of. H. A L. O. was published and it contained two of my non-fiction pieces. I am very proud of my work in this book and so honoured to have my words included amongst so many other talented writers. My two pieces in the anthology are called The Love Tree and The Flower of Thankfulness.

You can get your copy here: https://www.amazon.ca/HALO-Lighting-up-Heaven-Earth-ebook/dp/B071H99YR4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1513544549&sr=1-1&keywords=Brian+calhoun

June

I started working on my memoir Little Yellow Magnet. The memoir focuses on what I went through with my diagnosis of MS and what I did to get better and be thankful for my life again. It was a long time in coming and it felt like the right time to start it.

July

In July, I was invited to appear on The Author’s Journey with Mony Dojeiji. The Author’s Journey is a half hour program that features different authors talking about their journey to becoming an author.

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Here’s my appearance on the show!

August 

In August, it was my 39th Birthday. Michael took me to Orlando so that I could do to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter one more time.

To me, that is the most magical place on Earth. It was great to revel in the world of the books I love so much.

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September

In September, I got a new tattoo! I wanted to add a Wolf to my Expecto Patronum tattoo. I had it done by Patrick at Living Colour. What a joyful  experience it was! Living Colour is wonderful and Patrick is amazing. I’m so happy with the final result! I got it on my left calf. The MS is strongest on the left side, so hopefully my Wolf Patronus will keep the darkness away. 🙂

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I even took part in my first ever book launch for one of my books! It was great meeting readers and (gasp!) reading a bit of Lust and Lemonade out loud! I had so much fun!

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October

In October, I attended Can Con 2017. This was my very first convention as an author. I was sitting on two panels. One that discussed the connection between two characters in romance and the other was Spooning with Spoonies. This was so important to me as it discussed sexuality and disability in fiction, something that isn’t often addressed.

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I was invited to be on The Couch with Shannon and Erica. They invited me on their live internet radio show to talk about my writing. I talked about my writing, what I was working on now, my new novel Lust and Lemonade and took calls from callers. I had such a great time and it was a joy to be on their show.

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Watch the show here: https://www.facebook.com/dunetonline/videos/672167762988487/

November

In November, I finished the first draft of Little Yellow Magnet. It was such a gratifying book to finish, such a cathartic piece of non-fiction to write. I’m working on the edits now and then we shall see what happens!

We also went to Cuba again! It was awesome. The people are wonderful, the resort is gorgeous and the sights breathtaking. We went with Rick, Mike and Brenda and we all had such a good time. We went to Manzanillo and it was so lovely just to get away from the cold and take in some sun.

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December

December saw a lot of magical things happen. My novel, Lust and Lemonade,  made it on a Top Ten Books list for 2017. None of the books I’ve written before have ever been included on a list and that makes it special for me.

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I released my Holiday novella for 2017 titled Love and Two Keys. It was actually inspired by two ideas: what was it like coming out of the closet as a kid and a family legend of a friend of mine. I decided to combine the two stories and see what would happen. I’m thrilled with the result!

Download your copy here:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/768071

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I was honoured to have a story I wrote published in 150 Canadian Stories of Peace. This anthology was put together to celebrate Canada’s 150th birthday and to bring more peace into the world. My non-fiction story is called Welcoming in the Light.

It’s available in paperback https://www.amazon.ca/150-Canadian-Stories-Peace-Anthology/dp/1927803179

Or in ebook format: https://www.amazon.ca/Canadian-Stories-Peace-Gordon-Breedyk-ebook/dp/B077XND2CZ

 

 

I41N38dd8AlL was also very honoured to be asked to write a piece for The Gift in the Darkness by Brian D. Calhoun. He asked me to write about the gift that I found within the darkness of my divorce. I couldn’t be happier with how the piece turned out. My piece is titled Clearing Away the Smoke with Fire. I am so proud of how it turned out.

You can find The Gift Within the Darkness here:

https://www.amazon.com/Gift-Within-Darkness-Heartfelt-Techniques/dp/1775204308/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1513530498&sr=8-2&keywords=Brian+D+Calhoun

All in all, it’s been an incredible year. I have so much to be thankful for! I married my best friend and the man of my dreams. I had one book of poems, a novel and a novella come out and had my work included in three different anthologies. I met people that became friends and family of the heart. I was on TV and the radio and I have so much to be grateful for. I look back at this past year and it’s a wonder that so many wonderful things happened this year.

I am so blessed and I am so fortunate and I am so incredibly lucky to be living the life I have.  I have so much to be thankful for. I can’t wait to see what 2018 has in store for me!

Bring it on!

Jamieson