A Writer's Life

Just out here living my author life. Join me on the crazy journey here or feel free to visit https://linktr.ee/ameliahosch for more links.

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The Last Two Months Have Been Crazy, Stupid, Insane—And I Survived (Barely)

If the last two months were a person, they’d be that friend who texts, "Let’s grab a quick coffee!" and then somehow you end up on a spontan

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Jesus wouldn’t like America.

Kindness and compassion cling to the cracks

On the sidewalk like stubborn weeds

Being trampled by the quest for wealth,

The pursuit of success in its ruthless march,

And the vanity of fleeting fame.

Jesus wouldn’t like America.

Love and acceptance are the last few drops

In an evaporated lake turned desert,

Pretending that the abundance of falsehoods 

Fill the oasis for the masses

While everyone dies of thirst and starves for truth in a mirage.

Jesus wouldn’t like America.

We divided the indivisible. 

We chained the liberty, 

And offer justice only for 

The privileged, the normal,

Those who have the means to fight

Jesus wouldn’t like America.

The hate spews in the streets

Like a broken fire hydrant

And acceptance is the surface level dirt

Being washed away from those uncomfortable.

Differences were never meant to be condemned.

Jesus wouldn’t like America.

The self-righteous pulpits and soap box sermons

Scream hypocrisy louder than the ambulances

Rushing people to the ER

Where they may or may not be treated

Because healing depends on status and worth.

Jesus wouldn’t like America.

Love and faith require the freedom to choose

The freedom of autonomy that is held hostage

By the capitalism squeezing every choice that a person can make

And funneling it through only the pathways

The powers that be choose to exist.

Jesus wouldn’t like America.

And at one point, I was proud to be American.

But I’d rather be like Jesus.

Accepting everyone who crosses my path, 

Loving them for their human worth, 

Compassionate in the struggles of my fellow man.

Kindness in the face of divisive aggression.

Forgiving when it would be easier to seek revenge.

Humbled to know that I know not the Truth

Except for God is Love.

And Jesus would not like America.

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Coming out later this month, Magic Reborn. The first of four in the Wintermoor Quartet.

Are you ready for the return of humanity's magic?

Centuries ago, humanity's magic was stolen when a handful of greedy gods decided they wanted it for themselves. The last of human magic was spent imprisoning the out of control deities within the Earth to cease their paths of destruction.

But now, against all odds, magic has returned. Those who have long awaited its resurgence are poised to seize its power and return the gods to their position. However, they must wait for it to awaken in the young girl who holds it.

Millie must fight to find her family, harness her power, and stop the gods from being released. With the fate of humanity hanging with her choices, she embarks on a daring quest to reclaim what was lost.

Coming August 2024!! Visit www.ameliahosch.com for more information and to check out my other novels.

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I wanted to do better with posting. The time opened up and so did this sweet girl. Meet Sterling, the newest member of our family. No worries, Magic Reborn is right on track for release despite the cutest little distraction. Are you ready for humanity's magic to return???? Coming Summer 2024!!

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Last May we had to put down our first doggo, Chloe. She was the most amazing dog ever. She was a rescue and brought so much light to our lives.

After she passed, I started her portrait. I only managed a single panel before I just couldn't work on it anymore. Until yesterday. It's far from finished, but it's starting to look like my baby.

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How do you live and sustain an innocent life when you've been washed by the floods of corruption and evil?

How do you accept there can be softness and kindness when even the pillows and blankets came with thorns?

How do you settle under the protection of love when the idea of love is rift with punishment and torture?

How can so much evil exist alongside such innocence? How do I rectify the past without tainting the present?

Healing is hard. Putting the pieces together is hard. Trying to live in a time traveling traumascape is also hard. One day I hope to revel in the peaceful serenity of a meaningful existence despite the chaos in the underbelly of the world.

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Hello, 2024. Goodbye, 2023. This year is going to be filled with me growing my online presence. I took the last 6 months to figure everything out platform wise across 9 platforms! I'm delighted to start this marketing journey.

First goal of the year - Release Book 1 of Wintermoor this summer

Second goal of the year- Release my next Poetry book this fall

Also, since I got the camera of my dreams for Yule, I'll be rediscovering my love of photography. I'm excited for what this year has to bring.

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My books were created as a way for me to deal with the tragic amount of abuse I survived until 18. How do I market such a creation???? Do I love my own works? OF COURSE. They're my pride and joy. I'm just not sure the general public wants to immerse themselves in so much darkness.

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Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh, I've been gone for a hot minute. Life caught up with me, and work has been a lot. Combine that with Long Covid, and I've been wrecked.

BUT I did finish Sounds of the Kitchen collection. Looking towards my next Poetry installments. I'm wondering if I should do the small individual books or just do one big collection. Hmmmmmmm. May need to take a poll at some point.

The holidays are creeping closer, and I pray they go a little better this year.

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Healing from complex trauma is weird and complicated. Despite the weight of depression still squashing me, the holidays are approaching. Normally, this adds weight, but not this year. It's putting a bit of wind in my sails, and I think all of the work I put into healing in 2023 is showing itself. There's only 52 days left in the year, and I will make the best of it even if it's just surviving.

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Sometimes, the thought of death is relieving. The thought of knowing one day there will be an end to repeating the cycle of waking up and making it through the day. BUT 'til that day comes, I'll scoop up my nuggets of joy and hold them close. I'll keep them in my pocket to remind me of why I make it through the day.

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Made my first Bookbub Ad!!! I'm so excited to try this out.

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Update: my works in progress are coming along nicely. Magic Reborn should be available Summer 2024. The Forbidden Number is haunting my dreams, so may be available sooner than Summer 2025 (or I may keep putting it off like I have since Quarantine).

The porch panther had her babies about 5.5 weeks ago. They're finally making themselves known. They're adorable.

Caught a fantastic sunburst while we took the Wild Child swimming. All in all times are good. If only I could shake this depression.

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Have you ever put a Hoodia on over a dress, then forgot you were wearing a dress and feeling only the Hoodia, get scared you either went to work with no pants or took them off? Just me? Cool.

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The anxiety bees are carpenter bees, and they run off coffee and spite. The bigger they get, the harder they buzz, but it's something I can't fight. So I build them a home deep in my mind, but they aren't moving in, I think I made the wrong kind. So they buzz and they sting, just under the skin. Just throw away today, toss it in the bin.

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I enjoy making my marketing vids. It's a new skill that has come in surprisingly well at my full-time!!!

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TW: discussions of death and suicide

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Death anniversary dates always hit me hard no matter how long it's been. 21 years ago today, I said goodbye to a best friend. The ambulance wailed by my house on the way to his where they pronounced him dead by suicide.

Withdrawal from drugs can make someone do unthinkable things and listen to unimaginable suggestions. He would still be here today if his Dad hadn't said "why don't you just go shoot yourself if you're that miserable". So he did.

RIP Ryan.