Magickal Graphics I woke this morning with that old saying in my mind--cry if you must but don't you quit. I've been working on better ways to structure my day since I have split my two loves, writing and sculpting, and I can't seem to give up either one of them. 

I'm working on finishing up Cat People and She Comes From Ashes. I have placed both of these under my fantasy work, Nora Wolfe, although She Comes From Ashes will only have paranormal overtones that some readers might see as a ghost, and others might see these same apparitions as a part of her revisiting her from her own past.
Which brings me to why I've split up my writing. Recently, I broke apart Lenore Wolfe, to include Nora Wolfe, so that those who love my Historical Western Romance can easily know that's exactly what they will find when they see Lenore Wolfe--and those who love my fantasy novels will easily know that's what they will find when they see the name Nora Wolfe. Since my own name is Lenora, these are both names I've known, growing up, so I've stayed close to them. So when I began writing in yet another genre, I went with an old family name,  my great-grandmothers, and wrote these under Nora Donnally. Writers often take a page from their experiences when writing almost anything, but the stories told under Nora Donnally have a fairly solid foothold in some truths in my life. But back to my great-grandmother. She was born in 1886 and she use to tell me old stories from her childhood when I was a young girl. I still miss hearing them. 
Also, I will be coming on here to give regular updates as to what I'm up to, what I'm writing--and what is happening in my life.
Speaking of which, I've struggled to keep exercise in my tight schedule--so wish me luck:)

This was a birthday present for my oldest son. He has a love for the jaguar. 

 I'm currently working on a Christmas line. I'll post pics of some of these soon. I won't get very many done this year, but I'll be doing a Winter line next, then Valentines and Easter, etc. I'll let you know how these go:) They're designs by Lenore, lol, Imagine that <g>

Triquetra Press makes some changes!

~Magickal Graphics~ Triquetra Press is now turning more towards a niche market featuring non-fiction blogs such as, The Feminine Zone, Safe Child Solutions, Woman to Woman, Mothers Against Criminalizing Our Youth, Shape Me Sexy,  and non-fiction Goddess writing in Goddess Cove. So stay tuned, Triquetra Press has some amazing changes on the way:)

Promo post and giveaway of The Fallen One by Lenore Wolfe | All things books

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Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

Magickal Graphics This year I am thankful for my soft place to land, even though he had absolutely no reason to do so, and even though his fears would make it difficult, it is a roof over my head, and for that I am truly thankful. I am thankful for my family for putting up with me this year. It was the most difficult year of my life, and that is saying alot. I've lived through things I shouldn't have survived. 

 I'm thankful to my children. I know I've worried you. I'm especially thankful to my youngest son for not letting the fact that I pretty much went off the deep end this year scare him into avoiding me. It only takes a little bit of crazy to scare the hell out of people. And you're pretty fearless and stayed right by my side. You would always try to be there, even when I was at my worse and I'm sure you would have liked to be just about anywhere else. And to my my oldest son, you are always so very kind to me. And my daughter, you were willing to do a very difficult thing for me. And to my middle son, I will always love you, and I do not blame you for how angry you are with me right now. Everyone of us has a right to how we feel. I will not try to censor or control yours. I love you all. I know you have not understood some of my choices. Sometimes I don't understand them either. But I always feel our Great Mother watching over us. And I always come out stronger. 

 I'm thankful for all my angels and guides for brining me through my dark night of my soul. I see the light of day, now, and I'm thankful I've survived. I'm thankful to myself for having the strength to reach for life, even when all I wanted to do was quit and cease to exist. I'm thankful for the wisdom to know I would be glad I made it through, even when I was screaming in my car so no one else would know.

I'm especially thankful for my friends for reaching out when I most needed it and trying to help me through. I will never forget it. I love you all so much. 

 I'm thankful to my fans. Manyof my friends and family helped to save my life. But writing saved my sanity. I threw myself into my writing and my blogs. It took up all my time and provided a chance to heal. It also gave me a place to express myself in creative and healing ways. Her Broken Wings Could Fly is allowings me to do so with a out censor. Thank you for putting up with me when I hit a wall and didn't update my blogs:) You all are the greatest. 

 Most of all I'm thankful for the divine--How could anyone ever question all the help we truly get. It is the reason we make it through. It's in the soft petal of a flower, the sun's rays upon the damp earth, the ocean's waves upon the sandy beach, and the crest of the mountain top. We are loved. May we always have some place inside that knows it, even when we're in our darkest hour. And so I say I'm grateful mother. I am your daughter, and I am grateful mother. And I love you so.