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Hello fellow humans! 

       Just a quick note to say Happy Ostara or Hello Spring!!! Although most of us here on the East Coast are going to be blasted with another Nor'easter within the next 24 hours and possibly another one a few days after. But today is the first day of Spring, nonetheless. 
      I'm getting my seeds prepared to plant in small containers for when Spring actually arrives. I'm planting wild lettuce this year. I'm going to try and decoct the resin and make my own analgesic. I'm hopeful. 
       Book three is coming along, albeit slower than I'd hoped. I'm also working on another project so that's slowing me up a bit. But it's a fun project that I think you'll enjoy. I'll be sure to let you know when it's on shelves, so to speak. 
       I've also been dealing with a bit of vertigo, which has slowed me up as well. Some inner ear issues that can't be completely figured out. I start physical therapy to help deal with it. Who knew there was PT for vertigo?! Not me, that's for sure. 
      For now, if you haven't read the first two installments of the Anastasia Evolution series, go here and get yourself a copy in paperback or Kindle. You'll need something to read for beach season! It will be here before you know it!! 
         Peace,  River

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Hello fellow humans,

     I've been away for a few weeks dealing with this thing we call, "The Holidays". Some of us celebrate Diwali. Some celebrate Hanukkah. Some celebrate Christmas. And some celebrate the Winter Solstice or Yule (that's me!!) 
     I have to say, they don't feel like a true holiday. They feel like a lot of running around buying, decorating, eating, and doing things more often than we normally do...like run around, buy, decorate, and eat.

     Over the years I've learned some really eye opening things about gift giving and the world we live in that I'd like to share. The biggest lesson being the two best gifts you can give another living being are your Time and Food.

Giving your time to help your bestie finish a project, then ending the day with a pizza is one of the BEST gives ever. Spending the day with your child/ren will produce memories out lasting any plastic toy or bobble. Memories keep our landfills empty!!

Giving your time to feed those in need at a shelter, or the families of hospital patients is a priceless gift to humanity that is worth so much more then socks you don't need, another umbrella, or a coffee mug telling you you're number 1. 

Giving the gift of food is such a special treat. Making jams, homemade mustards, or seasoned salt blends aren't as difficult as they may seem, and everyone enjoys foods made with great ingredients and love! 

     Here is an article about pathological consumption by George Monbiot. It's quick, maybe ten minutes, and so worth the read. 

     Here is a link to making five different spice blends that the chefs and bakers in your life will love!!

     From my heart to yours, I hope you have a wonderfully peaceful holiday season. I hope your new year is filled with love, morality, compassion, empathy and more love!!


     Looking for a gift for the paranormal book lover in your life? Try The Anastasia Evolution Series in paperback or Kindle:
          Part One: Love and War—and Eternally Damning Prophecies
          Part Two: The Hollow
     

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     A friend turned me onto this blog post by George Manbiot, called The Gift of Death about pathological consumption. Take a few minutes to read it (I've shared the link below). It just may change your life. 

​      "This boom has not happened by accident. Our lives have been corralled and shaped in order to encourage it. World trade rules force countries to participate in the festival of junk. Governments cut taxes, deregulate business, manipulate interest rates to stimulate spending. But seldom do the engineers of these policies stop and ask “spending on what?”. When every conceivable want and need has been met (among those who have disposable money), growth depends on selling the utterly useless. The solemnity of the state, its might and majesty, are harnessed to the task of delivering Terry the Swearing Turtle to our doors." 

       THE GIFT OF DEATH: GEORGE MANBIOT


 Want to help keep waste at a minimum? Buy KINDLE: The Anastasia Evolution Series!

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     Hello fellow humans, 

     Here's one of my favorite artists, Amanda Palmer, and her father doing their version of Wynken, Blynken and Nod. If you know it, I'm sure you love it. Here's a great interpretation and video. 

       I hope you enjoy, it's definitely one of my favorite's! 

           Amanda Palmer Wynken, Blynken and Nod

             

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     Lucky for me I found these great pictures to go with my small piece of the second book, The Hollow. The pictures are amazing and reminiscent of the cover of the same book. I love my book cover, but these images are truly awesome! Enjoy both the words and the pics! Happy Reading!! 
     
     Excerpt from The Hollow:

     Certain people were allowed back into the command center, and it was busy. I dumped my shoes in the trash and made my way to the only free computer I could find — an older unit at Romeo’s desk. I couldn’t remember the black-haired man’s name, but I knew exactly where he was from. It took some time to find the documents from Lord Orel’s tunnel clean out last year, but when I read through the information on those arrested, I found who I was looking for. It was the leader, Jon White. The one who swore they were making an underground city. I priority emailed the information to Generals Galen and DeFarr, the EDO, and I printed it out for Captain Gloader, because he would be the first captain on duty come daybreak.
I also printed the proper ammunition and equipment requisitions I needed for tunneling next week, assuming it was still a go. I was reading them when someone tapped my shoulder. I looked up and Romeo made a face.
“Ouch! Look at that. I went to sit with you outside. Why aren't you there?”
“I’m OK.” I touched the side of my face. “It doesn’t hurt that much. Is it bad? I haven’t seen it.”
“It’s not too swollen, considering.” He tilted my head back and to the side. “The purple is from the middle of your cheek to the back of your neck. He got you right on the jaw. You must have gone down like a sack of cement.”
“His fist felt like a barbell. I saw it coming and turned my head, but he was on top of me. How’d you know it was a he?”
“Malena. What do you remember?”
I gave him the papers I’d printed for Gloader.
“From New York, huh? That’s fairly interesting.”
“I thought so.”
“Why do you think they left you in the solarium?”
“I think maybe Loki scared them.” I shrugged. “He’s the one that found me.”
“I know.” He stared at me in that no-blinking way of the vampire, and I knew he was angry with me for following the guy by myself.
“Why don’t we look for the other one?” I asked, reaching for a change of subject.
“You don’t have to worry about him.” Romeo sighed. “Our king killed him.”
“Oh, that was Brown Hair?”
“You heard?”
“I did. Pretty nasty stuff.”
His eyes widened in agreement. He waved the paper.
“I’ll spread the word while you go lie down.” He used my chin to steady my head and look in my eyes. “Your eyes aren’t dilating properly. You have a concussion.”
“I know, but it’s not too bad.” I shrugged. “I’m going to go home.”
“Not a good idea. That's two concussions in as many months. You should be watched.”
“Livi can watch me.” He gave me an angry face. “You don’t have to worry.”
“I always worry about you.” He bent down and kissed me very gently on the cheek. “I told you to leave. Twenty minutes later you’re being carried out with the wounded.”
“He was right in front of me. I had to go after him.”
“To do what? You should have told someone.”
“You were busy.”
“Then you should have gone for Galen.”
I dismissed that idea. I wouldn’t have done that even if I’d thought of it.
“It’s my job,” I said seriously. “I go after dangerous people.”
He frowned at me. “Yeah, well, next time, don’t go off alone.”