FEATURED COVER SPOT!!!
Wow, synchronizing with the release of my backlist as ebooks on Amazon.com and my own website, of course, Allen Image magazine featured me as its cover story. Peggy Helmick-Richardson, the writer, performed magic in summing up my forty years of writing in six pages, and Larry Fleming worked his wizardry in his photographic art. Check out the article at:
http://issuu.com/allenimage/docs/may_12_web
HOPI PROPHECIES YOU TUBE VIDEO
As a result of this video, I've had so much positive feedback, so many inquiries,and so much input about the Hopi prophecies and end-times, the basis for my latest novel, Dancing With Wild Woman. Perhaps this video will answer some of your questions.
I really did enjoy making the video but was anxious if I would remember to include all the fascinating details involved with the Hopi revelations on their stone tablet, last seen in public in 1945 in Phoenix. I didn't. Please let me know what you think about the possibilities of the missing Fire Clan Tablet's collaborating the end of the world as we know it in conjuction with the Mayan Calendar's ending this year ~ and the Hopi's Blue Star Kachina juxtaposing with astronomy's Nibiru (Blue Star), drawing ever closer to our sun and, possibly, drawing the human race ever closer to extinction.
EARLIER BOOK NOW AN EBOOK
I'm so excited about the release of Run To Me as an ebook on Amazon.com. It's only $1 .99, so please follow socialite Jaclyn Richardson as she runs scared. runs out of tiime, runs out of gas ~ and tries to outrun the Navajo detective for whom she feels a red-hot chemistry.
PRETENDING TO BE CINDY CRAWFORD
I just did a photo shoot for Allen Image magazine. As the cover girl, I was apprehensive about how the photos would turn out, but Larry Freeman, the photographer, is truly gifted ~ gentle, patient, supportive. The edition is due out next month, first of May. Cindy Crawford I'm not, but, wow, it was such fun!
WHOOPEE – 36TH NOVEL PUBLISHED
Dancing With Wild Woman, my first ebook, is about Janet Lomayestewa, a Hopi US Customs Tracker, who realizes she may have to learn to dance if she is to find a serial killer and restore balance to the earth, her reservation, and her own off-balance love life.
I visited the mystical Hopi Reservation on several occasions and spent some time with Jeff Kanamu, a tracker for US Customs/Border Patrol in Arizona. While Dancing With Wild Woman is about tracking a serial killer, I, nevertheless, had a lot of fun writing the novel and really came to adore the spunky, crusty ball-of-fire Janet Lomayestewa who can quitte possibly be totally redeemed by love. I hope you'll like her enough to track her down at either Amazon.com/Kindle or Barnes and Noble's Nook.
YES, I KNOW ~ BUT…
I should be working on book #2 of the Janet Lomayestewa Tracking Series, but . . . I had the opportunity to kick another item off my bucket list, and I just couldn't pass it off. Terrified as I am of heights and ledges, I rode in a hot air balloon over Albuquerque last weekend. WOW – what a rush and what serenity simultaneously.
KICKING THE BUCKET
Yippee!!! I'm about to kick one more item off my Bucket List. In two weeks I head by plane, train, bus, and llama-back to Machu-Picchu, where I am intending to climb Huayna Picchu (although heights scare the bejezus out of me). That's one more item of my bucket list and 3,297 more items to go before I do Kick the Bucket.
RWA CONFERENCE
Leave Thursday for Romance Writers of America conference in Orlando, where over two-thousand writers (along with spouses and children) attend hourly seminars, vye for agents and editors, and connect with friends made over the years in the writing profession. I'll be connecting with my friend of more than thirty years, Rita Clay Estrada. She and I were among the six cofounders of RWA — and this year we're both shopping our latest manuscripts for the perfect agents for us. We need prayers! 
THE POWER OF THE WORD
THE POWER OF THE WORD
"In the beginning was the Word," quotes the Christian’s Holy Bible. The Buddhist religion proclaims spiritual power comes from intoning the simple and sacred monosyllable, "Om", which stands for Absolute Reality. In school, we learn the pen is mightier than the sword. When Woodward and Bernstein’s Watergate exposé toppled a supposedly omnipotent American president, we were shown the power of the press,. Freedom of speech is considered by many to be the most important of an American’s constitutional rights. Hitler demonstrated the power of the word to sway the feelings of the masses. The most powerful sentence? Perhaps it is the reply when Moses asked the burning bush to identify itself: "I am that I am."
Realizing the powerful feelings words can invoke, I request female inmates to whom I teach creative writing to write non-stop for fifteen minutes. During that time, they cannot edit, scratch out, nor lift pen from paper. Every sentence must begin with, "I am . . . ." After 15 minutes of furious scribbling or laborious hen scratching, each woman is asked if she would mind standing and sharing what she has written. The standing is an important part of this creative process. It is the announcement of one’s presence, the pronouncement of one’s creation.
I distinctly remember one eighteen-year-old black woman. She was very attractive and intelligent but beaten down by life. She had been raped at nine by a family member. At ten, she had been told one Saturday night that her mother was going out to get pizza for the family. Her mother never returned. With little education, this child had been snared by the numbness offered by drugs and by thirteen was on the streets, prostituting. As she stood to read, she mumbled. Almost inaudible, anguished utterances. Her head was bowed. Her paper covered her face. "I am a woman. I am black. I am a prisoner. I am eighteen. I am sad. I am afraid. I am angry. I am out of hope. I am searching for a way to make my life better. I am unsure." I am…I am…I am that I am
By the time she finished reading aloud her two-and-a half pages, her words were enunciated, and she was almost shouting. Her head was high, her expression one of newfound dignity. Cheering mixed with tears erupted in the classroom. Toilet tissue was passed around to staunch those tears. I knew a miracle had taken place. During that fifteen-minute writing drill, designed to break through to the subconscious, she had found the power of herself through the power of the word.
- Parris Afton Bonds 2002