Retreating to her secret place under the graceful boughs of a weeping willow, the little girl found a bright yellow ribbon marking her place in the book. In moments she was transported to a distant place and another time. Whether she became the daughter of a pioneer family and lived in a sod house or accompanied pirates on their high-seas adventures, the child’s love for the written word was her sanctuary. From that passion for reading grew an equally intense desire to create her own characters and weave her own stories.
And that, my friends, is why Janet Norton Bettag became a writer.
Beautiful and so true. There is nothing more satisfying than indulging in one adventure after another through reading 🙂
Cheers,
Courtney Hosny
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Hi Janet:
I’m prepared to thoroughly confuse you. And, I’m going to do it by pasting here a reply to another person to whose blog I had responded. It explains the dillema I’d gotten myself into:
[Hi again, Peggy,
I owe two people an enormous apology. You just happen to be one of them.
You see, two people’s names are wedged into my brain and either one or the other pop out at inopportune times. My earlier reply was an example of that. Your name and another, Janet Betag, are attached to blogs I adore and, unfortunately when I think I am answering one of them, I may instead be answering the other. Capish? My answer to your blog (referring to a guest slot on Larry Brody’s blog) referred to a book I purchased, written by Janet Betag.
I’m so sorry for the confusion I must have caused your mind as you read my answer. I hope this helps you understand my motives.
Now I’m off to explain myself to Janet … or is it …?]
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Annnnnnd, with that as foreground, here is the original answer to Peggy’s blog (where I thought I was talking to you):
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Hi Peggy. I read and enjoyed your guest blog on Larry’s site, but unfortunately I have serious concerns with logging in to WordPress (though that’s where I have my own friggin’ blog). It won’t recognize my sign-on or my password. If had the problem before and ended up changing my password, only to have the new one rejected.
I do want to tell you how impressed I am, though, with your journey and your successes. I had no idea you travelled the road as long as you had (though you very sneakily omitted dates and ages). I do know you are an accomplished writer, based on the fact that I just recently purchased your book, NORMAL. I was going to postpone getting into it until I finished another current reading project, but made the mistake of reading your blog, not knowing it was a teaser for your autobiography. I am assuming it is and autobiography and not a work of fiction. Anyway, at the end of your post I pushed the amazon button and bought it right then and there and proceeded to continue reading it on my Kindle. I’m afraid I never got back to your blog post, my dear. I’ll have to go back and make a belated comment.
NORMAL is riveting! It shows your strength in narrative. I will review it on Amazon and Twitter it, but I must admit I am a slow reader.
Keep up the writing, Peggy!
Jay
((Does any of this redeem me?))
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You are absolutely redeemed, Jay. How could I, of all people, not understand being confused? LOL
Yes, NORMAL is autobiographical and not fiction. My brain aneurysm ruptured a little over 15 years ago and the book tells the story of the first four years or so of my recovery.
Thank you very much for buying a copy and being willing to review it on Amazon. I hope you enjoy reading.
Hugs,
Janet
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