Today, I read a small introduction to a webinar I am taking through Friesen Press and it told me that I am an Authorpreneur. The term is very unique to me and it made me feel like my life long writing career has become just that, a legitimized career. I have been an Entrepreneur since the age of four with my first lemonade stand out side my parents house. I've always known I was a business minded person and today my writing career has really solidified it's position in my life. I am so overjoyed because the job part finally feels real and to be so open to the world is such an amazing and overwhelming feeling. I am humbled by this new experience. This is truly an amazing moment. In the next post, I'll have some examples of my work for You. My exciting novel "Viktor, Into the Light" will be coming out in the summer of 2020 and my Thanks goes to Friesen Press for making this lifelong dream come true. Viktor, called an "epic" good versus evil story by Friesen Press excites me to tell you about it. He's sexy and moral. He discovers a few things about his family and longs for one of his own. Look for it in the Friesen Press bookstore or eBooks and give a copy to your staff, friends, mother, sister, or your aunties. Viktor is a satisfying read for anyone 14+. Well, I'll post some examples of my work for you now. See you in the next post. Julie Ann

The internet preaches about girls being there for each other and I could name a thousand quotes I've read on Instagram talking about girls being each other's sisters and mothers. But what happens to this love when a girl steps in a room? bunch of glaring girls with their perfect nails make her forget she's whom. Their lashes on fleek and their pencil high heels make that innocent girl want to crawl inside her body. A boy, I guess never really knows what a girl faces as she enters a door. The self-consciousness she feels and how she hopes and wishes and dreams to just find her best friend inside but all there are, are mean girls it seems. How they whisper amongst each other when another girl's ass is just a little too big. So she curses herself for being born ‘too thick'. How is it her fault, can someone explain if her lips are a little too thin, why should she be in disdain? What happens to these preachers, when that girl shows up to a party with a short dress? She just wants to live the night, she's much more than a hot mess. I wish these girls would just give up their seat for once and make that shy girl in front of the door, feel welcome. I wish they would give up their judging looks and greet that poor girl without crossing a checklist from a book. Because no-one assigned them this seat anyway, they stole the buzzer from the audition's hands and put them on a stage as another act. These girls don't want to be judged, they want to be hugged not shoved, so I ask the internet as my best friend once said “What ever happened to girl love?”

“ What makes you a Shell of yourself?” Well you see it's its all but too simple to ignore the question and continue on until you're too old to have memory of anything you've done that morning earlier, let alone what was asked of you here today. You'll do like most us with little too much to say and a lot too much on our minds. I'm not quite keen on how your story begins but I can give you a glimpse of insight of mine. I grew up special, from a young age I was years above my time but smart enough to let adults play adults and know my place as a child, I was observant, passive but clueless and assertive. I blamed myself for realizing my mother had a drug addiction when I wished I stayed oblivious to it all because as I was then what was the point of knowing of something that I couldn't help erase from the boards of her life or mine let alone be tall enough to clean each diameter of it. I watched the family fall apart like it was a game of tug of war yet it was me against every demon who held us captive. I stayed strong for everyone , never cried, complained or voiced my thoughts.That was it, there was when it started. I must've been so good at being strong that I was gifted a fake smile and laugh to accompany it. So I used those gifts to the fullest from the day I was separated from my twin brother to my mother going to jail and leaving me to grow alone to the day my grandma had to say her last goodbye to this life...and that day was really hard I almost thought the gift would be taken away. I eventually received a new gift and this one even greater than the last, it was another me except it did everything for me while I sat back and watched. Now I'd make friends who I knew everything about but knew nothing about me, here I'd gain new siblings who I rarely knew how to interact with, here I'd waste so much of hours worrying what family and the church would think instead of what Shamai wanted. After years of the same cycle I knew I wanted change I wanted to return the gifts and live for myself to find out who myself even was. Id reach my 18th birthday and 6 days later lose my mother to those same very demons. I extended the return policy for my gifts again back to square one and lost a second time but when things seem to all fall apart that's when the man upstairs so everyone calls him starts to intervene , he gave me the most beautiful gift I could've even and never would've thought of, Shane. He gave me something warm, kind,genuine,forgiving, patient and loving .. the tenderest gift of love and someone to share it with. This gift was so amazing I didn't even realize I had forgotten about the other ones I had received before. So the me now years later of growing and finding me I have had rough times not mentioned and times I've stored away, memories made on my own and memories shared with my gift.I never realized how close I came to being completely empty but not from the inside out but the outside in , truly I could've grown old to being just a shell within myself.