A New Year’s Reflection… by Deena Remiel

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the most surprised of them all?”

In other words, who would have thought at this time last year that I would be standing, armed with two completed and contracted novels,  on the precipice of an amazing new career? I haven’t taken the time, until now, to really reflect on my journey. When looking back, my head reels. In a good way, of course.

Those who have been with me from the beginning, those of you who read my first postings about my plans, about my life, about the things that matter to me most, you have been the fortunate ones, on the inside track, seeing “ME” metamorphosize. And I’m still changing, getting comfortable in my new skin, my new “surroundings”. Looking in the mirror, I find it all suits me well. Funny how I didn’t FEEL the changes happening, though. I just plodded day by day, writing feverishly, doing what I thought I should, reading what I thought I should read, and making big pie-in-the-sky plans. Didn’t call them goals. That would have been way too scary, and too…real. At the time, my plans were considered dreams, and each and every day, I did something to move a little closer to those dreams. And I’m not done yet.

Friends, thank you all for being there and holding my hand and letting me know that I really do have something REAL, something of value to share. Thank you for validating my existence every day and enjoying my writing. I know some enjoy my humorous postings about life, others enjoy my poetry, and still others that enjoy my fantasy and fiction writing. I’m glad I can articulate my thoughts in a variety of ways. It’s fun, exciting, challenging, and keeps me fresh.

As I look into the mirror now, I find I’m not alone. Surrounding me is my loving family and then my dear friends.  I reflect on a tremendous year, a year filled with uncertainties and emotional anguish, a year saddled with economic turmoil and yet my family is surviving. It has also been a year of individual triumphs for all of us. And as I  peer into the mirror once again, I find all of us, together, heading into this next year filled with hope renewed, strength restored, and a determined mindset to continue turning our dreams into realities.

May this new year see us all healthy, joyful, content, and prosperous! Happy New Year!

Hugs and snugs,

Wednesday Witticisms: New Year Resolutions

I want to wish all of my  family and friends out there a happy New Year filled with joy, laughter, love, peace, and prosperity.

Hugs and snugs,
Deena Remiel

A New Year’s resolution is something that goes in one year and out the other.  ~Author Unknown

Year’s end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.  ~Hal Borland

Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right.  ~Oprah Winfrey

We will open the book.  Its pages are blank.  We are going to put words on them ourselves.  The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year’s Day.  ~Edith Lovejoy Pierce

New Year’s Eve, where auld acquaintance be forgot.  Unless, of course, those tests come back positive.  ~Jay Leno

May all your troubles last as long as your New Year’s resolutions.  ~Joey Adams

An optimist stays up until midnight to see the new year in.  A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves.  ~Bill Vaughan

Many people look forward to the new year for a new start on old habits.  ~Author Unknown

Be always at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let each new year find you a better man.  ~Benjamin Franklin


Thank you to http://www.quotegarden.com/new-year.html for these lovely quotes!

In Dreams You Come to Me (Inspired by Raphael and Serena, RELIC)

I felt in need of reading this poem and gazing at the picture again having spent time working on edits for RELIC, the second book in The Brethren Novel Series. Enjoy!
Hugs and snugs,

In dreams you come to me, an enigma of a man
With the whispered promise
Of feathered, teasing kisses
To caress my body
Rapturously and bold

In dreams, my cloistered senses open for you
With my own whispered promise
To submit to all of your desires, and to my own
To take from you, that which you have to offer
Until we are sated
Leaving me bereft at the break of day

I’ve grown addicted to your presence
Distracted with breathless anticipation
I curse the dawn, and bless the twilight
 Ushering you back into existence
Back into my world, and my arms once again

I lay me down, and shut my eyes
Tightly, oh so tightly
Forcing my dreams to hasten their return
But oh, how foolish of me
Dreams cannot be rushed
They drift in when they are ready
And you, my dream lover, will sail into my harbor
As destiny permits

Let destiny choose this night
To be the one to last an eternity
With you and me bound by love’s immortality


©Deena Remiel, 2010.

‘Tis the season to be Decadent…

Decadent publishing

Decadent Publishing’s owners, Heather Bennett and Lisa Omstead, have created such a wonderful place for authors to thrive and READERS to read great stories and great postings about life. I wanted to spend time in this article to share with the readers out there ALL Decadent has to offer… and a lot of it is FREE!

FIRST, we have our amazing website where you can purchase wonderful works written by fantastic, talented authors. Lots of great holiday stories are there right now! Plus, there’s a FREE READ going on as well… look for Brethren Beginnings and click on the cover! Our website is…


THEN, we have our special HOLIDAY BLOG, where authors have been writing for nearly a month now about the holidays. Some have offered fresh new holiday short stories, others have shared holiday traditions, and many are pure unadulterated FUN. ALL FREE READS… AND MAJOR PRIZES ARE BEING AWARDED AS WE SPEAK! That website is:


LAST, we have our daily blog where we authors go to connect with you, our readers and let you in on who we are, what our latest projects are,show you our book trailers, and again… dish out pure, or not so pure, unadulterated FUN! Come join us everyday at this website:


FINALLY, Decadent Publishing  GIVES BACK! Every month a new book is designated READ FOR A CURE BOOK. That means all profits from sales of that book are donated to the American Cancer Society to help eradicate cancer. We are one spectacular Relay for Life team! If you would like to donate… BUY THE READ FOR A CURE BOOK ON OUR MAIN WEBSITE! Or, you can go here and be part of my team: 


Hugs and snugs,
Deena Remiel

Guest Author, Nathanael Munn, Creeps Us Out With “Mr. Helsinki”

 I  am so excited to welcome Nathanael Munn to my place today! He is a horror writer, and I must confess to loving horror. That’s why I asked if he would give us an excerpt from his story, Mr. Helsinki. He said sure, and the rest is history. Now don’t worry! You’ll still be able to sleep tonight! So stretch your literary wings, if you will, and have a read of MR. HELSINKI.

{Excerpt, Mr. Helsinki}

2010 – Colusa, CA
     The thunder was loud and cracking. The night sky was illuminated with streaks and jagged lightning. The ground shook violently. The northeastern swirling rain and wind was furiously pummeling. Tree branches cracked and fell to the ground while leaves tore free from their blissful entrenchments and crowded the water filled air. The scent of burnt ozone wafted in to the homes of the huddled townsfolk. The streets were flooding, ravaged, weather-beaten and empty as midnight rapidly approached. This was the eerie, angry night in Colusa as Mr. Helsinki moved in.

     Mr. Helsinki was cautiously driven into town in his stretched black limousine. The oversized car moved with extreme and deliberate care as the driver navigated the barren streets. A few blocks down Fremont, and a right on the highway, with a hard quick right on Sylvia, the mysterious vehicle continued on it’s course. From Sylvia, they continued past the golf course and on to Helsinki’s newly acquired mansion.
     Mr Helsinki walked slowly, but with deliberate purpose, out a set of double french doors and on to his second story balcony that overlooked his mansion’s grounds. He wasn’t a tall man, but he did give off a dark looming feeling of superior height if you were to stand in his presence. He stood pillar-like for a long moment fiddling with his long dark hair. To an onlooker it seemed as if he was trying to comb it with his bony, agile fingers, but his hair, being pulled tightly up in a pony tail, made this nearly an impossible gesture. He gazed longingly at the sky watching white billowing clouds float peacefully by with nary a twinkle left in his hazel eyes. That is when memories of the old days flooded him, seizing control of his mind, and reminding him of two days that happened. On both days his life was forever altered; the day he became he realized he had powers other kids didn’t, and the day he became immortal.
     Helsinki grew up in the Ural mountains in a small village Teriket located deep on the mountain face. He was born in the year of 1653, or at least that’s what his mother always used to tell him. That was the year her life ended she would say. The first memory he had as a child was his mother calling him a bastard child, a child spawned by devil himself. Growing up wasn’t much better. The other kids in the village would taunt him because, when angry, his eyes would change from hazel to red and the angrier he got the brighter they shined. But the weirdest thing was the odd attraction of insects towards him. Spiders, beetles, cockroaches, night-crawlers, earth worms, dung flies all lingered, buzzed, slithered, and crawled around him as if awaiting some sort of strange commandment. One year the infestation was so bad that his mother literally had to make a netting, and Helsinki had worn it for three months, just to keeping bugs from crawling all over him.
     He grew up in a run down cabin with a mother, and when she wasn’t verbally flogging him, the locals were treating him as some sort deformed outcast. Even still it wasn’t till later, in his teen years, that he actually began believing he was in fact the son of the devil. It was at this age that he became of aware of some unusual powers that no else seemed to possess. He could make things catch on fire, levitate objects, and read peoples’ minds. Helsinki’s only thoughts dwelled on the fact that he was the son of the devil and it was to him that he that he owed his powers and allegiance.
     He first used his power of spontaneous fire against his mother. He was nineteen years old and was tending their goat when his mother started chiding him as usual. She called him names, taunted him, and called him no good. She knew he was the son of the devil. After years of torment, Helsinki could take no more. He made his eyes flash a brilliant red, while staring at his mother. She burst into searing red and orange flames right where she stood. She barely had time to let out a whimpering cry before her body collapsed into a melted lake of human mush. Helsinki ran into the cabin, dodging his mother’s smoldering, liquefied, burnt flesh! He burst the through the old wooden front door in fear and sheer excitement. He ran through the house and grabbed what belongings he thought he needed and took off down the mountain heading deep into the vast forests of Eastern Europe.
     For years he lived off the land and stayed as far away from people as possible. He built himself a new home and even taught himself how to control his powers. The one he was most happy to control was the release of pheromones that attracted all the insects. He learned how to keep them not only at bay but how to compel them to do his bidding. He could get small army spiders to overrun a bear if he wanted to. These were good years for Helsinki. With his mother and his childhood left behind, there was nothing but the future in front of him. But, he was missing one important ingredient–a partner to share his life with.
     Several more years of solitude went by and Helsinki reached the age of thirty-seven. It was at this time that he decided it was safe to move out of the wilderness and head for the largest city he could find and blend in with the crowds.
      Helsinki had only traveled for about a day when he heard something howling in the night air. He recognized it almost immediately as a wolf. Only this shrieking howl was different, it was more elongated and higher pitched. He didn’t know what to make of it. At first it was way off in the distance so he didn’t pay that much attention to the loud echoes in the forest. He kept moving forward, but with each howl he heard, it sounded closer and closer. Helsinki stopped dead in his tracks and listened. He began to hear loud rustling in the brush just to his right. His quickly picked up his pace! He took a deep breath and spun around looking in all directions, but the little moonlight that did splash through the tree tops were casting odd shadows all over the place. He couldn’t be sure what was moving and what wasn’t. He heard a low growl to his left. That spun his head! Was there more than one? He had no way of knowing. Again he spun himself around. The only noise he heard was the brush crushing to the ground, underneath his feet.
     Then, as if on cue, a sudden sense of hyper anxiety seized him. His heart thundered furiously against his chest. His palms began to sweat. His body hair was charged! His eyes widened! His ears perked! He mind was slowing time to a near standstill in anticipation of what might be preparing to make its’ move. Suddenly, a furry, wolf-like beast leaped out from behind a tree and flew at Helsinki! Helsinki was fast and set it ablaze in mid-air. But, he was not fast enough to stop the one that lunged from behind. Helsinki took a hard hit in the back smacking the ground  face first! The beast’s mouth ripped into his shoulder and tore bits of flesh and muscle out of his body. Helsinki let out a blood curdling scream as he rolled over, trying to fight off the claws of his certain death. Then, in a moment of desperation, he set the last of his monstrous attackers ablaze. He left nothing of them but the stench of burnt canine hair.
     Then something strange and eerie started building in Helsinki’s stomach. He became light-headed. He looked around and the forest started spinning, shrinking, then expanding. He rolled to his knees and vomited. His stomach squeezed even tighter and Helsinki grabbed his belly as if that would squelch the pain somehow. Then his skin began to get hot! He could feel himself boiling and melting. His skin had liquified and was streaming out of his clothes. God, the pain is all he could think about. He felt queasy as muscle tissues and tendons shriveled and fell off. Then his bones started moving. This was the worst pain he had ever felt.
     They pulled apart twisted around then grew and re-jointed themselves. His skull morphed into that of a wolf and his legs were large muscular and that of a goat. He grew leathery wings from his back that spanned ten feet in either direction. They were covered in eyes and he was now able to see in all directions simultaneously. A hunger was consuming him. It was a deep hunger that could not be ignored. He had to feed! Helsinki’s was only concerned with one thing–devouring raw flesh. He flapped his wings and like a pro took to the air. He flew silently over the forest tree tops, then headed for the nearest large grouping of lights he could find on the ground. That was the day that Helsinki became one of the few, one of the immortals.

© Nathanael Munn, 2010.

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Ghosting Through Life, A Poem

{The phrase, ghosting through life, came to me as I sat down to write last night. I thought I’d be writing a journal-type post for today, but alas, my poetic muse struck. So here is my latest poetic addition. I hope you like it, at least a little…}



a seedling, a shadow, a whisper on the earth
ghosting through life
on the fringe
where vicariousness is opted for 
over visceral experience

safety is found behind curtained hair
mute the joy, temper the pain
silence any connection
remain a vague, wisp of a memory
receding and blending into the background

I am but a ghost

©Deena Remiel, 2010.

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Wednesday Witticisms: Decadent Chocolate and a plea

When I think of holidays, I think of chocolate. Okay, I confess, it doesn’t take much for me to think of chocolate! BUT, in honor of this splendid, decadent treat, here are some witticisms all revolving around chocolate. Ooh, yummy! Enjoy…

All you really need is love, but a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.
Lucy Van Pelt

Exercise is a dirty word – Every time I hear it, I wash my mouth out with chocolate.

Strength is the capacity to break a chocolate bar into four pieces with your bare hands – and then eat just one of the pieces
Judith Viorst

Don’t wreck a sublime chocolate experience by feeling guilty. Chocolate isn’t like premarital sex. It will not make you pregnant. And it always feels good.
Lora Brody, author of Growing Up on the Chocolate Diet

Life is like a box of chocolates – you never know what you’re going to get.
Forrest Gump in “Forrest Gump” (1994)

Researchers have discovered that chocolate produced some of the same reactions in the brain as marijuana. The researchers also discovered other similarities between the two, but can’t remember what they are.
Matt Lauer on NBC’s Today Show, August 22

There are four basic food groups: milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, and chocolate truffles.

The 12-step chocoholics program: NEVER BE MORE THAN 12 STEPS AWAY FROM CHOCOLATE!
Terry Moore

I have this theory that chocolate slows down the aging process…. It may not be true, but do I dare take the chance?

Happy Holidays to everyone and a very Happy New Year! And if you can, please donate to my fundraising team at the American Cancer Society. I’d like to see EVERYONE reach the next holiday season  cancer free and enjoying with their family and friends!


Hugs and snugs,