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I’m Still Here, Just Healing

Friday, August 23rd, 2013

Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. Haven’t been up to it. The seizures I had from the accidental poisoning in the ER last year did more damage to my brain than I originally thought. I’ve got about half the energy I had before and writing is challenging. I can still do it, just not for as long. I used to be able to wail on my work for upwards of 16 hours a day. Now my max is about 3. And then my thoughts begin to splinter and I have to turn off the computer and go watch something inane on TV or take a nap. Really exciting stuff. NOT. Healing sucks, but I am getting better. Sloooowly better. But I am no where near where I used to be.

Good news, I’m still making progress on a new detective series and will hopefully be able to publish the first one around the beginning of the year. Even with the compromised brain, I’ve felt like I’ve reached a whole new level or writing with this series. When I recently sent a chapter to my critique group, their comments reflected that growth. So even though I’m semi-disabled now, I’m moving forward. Just not on the schedule that I’d hoped. I’d planned on having both Marked (third in the Patriots series) and this new book, Kill Hell, published by now. Oh, well. They will be published. Just not right now.

I hope this finds you all doing well. Join my Facebook page for um, probably, the same amount of information. (What a great sales job, Janet!)

I need to work on that.

Hugs to all!

I will post as often as I am able.

Payback is Available NOW on Kindle!!!!

Sunday, April 28th, 2013

Payback is available on the Kindle right now! Just click HERE.

Yay!!!!! I hope you enjoy reading it as much I loved writing it!!!!

Nook and iBook versions coming soon! Probably this week!!!


Where Have I Been?

Sunday, February 17th, 2013

Hey Kids!
Sorry I’ve been remiss in posting here, but I’ve been having health issues which severely compromised my brain. In July of 2012, I went to the hospital with nausea and fainting spells. They gave me phenargen for the nausea, which gave me grand mal seizures. Which blew out my brain for a while and rendered me unable to write. Slowly, my brain has returned and I’m finally getting back to abnormal. So hopefully, you will see many more postings here this year.

For those who try to leave comments: Sorry. I will be having my technical person looking into why no one can leave comments. My apologies for the glitch.

For those who have tried to contact me and had their email bounce back: Again, my apologies. This issue has just been brought to my attention. Again, I’ll have it fixed soon. Until then, you can go to my Facebook Page and like it and leave me messages there. Look for Janet Periat’s Fan Page (Official, Authorized and Fully Licensed).

In other words: I’m baaaaaack!!!!

Love to everyone!


Mama Hummingbird Feeds Her Babies

Sunday, May 27th, 2012

Hey kids!

In case you ended up here from YouTube, just wanted to point out the obvious: the hummingbird video has zero to do with my writing. However, studies have shown that 9 out of 10 hummingbird watchers like my books. It’s a really weird coincidence. Spooky, even.



Cinderolda in Print!

Tuesday, March 20th, 2012

Janet Bubbling With Excitement Over The Print Book

Hey kids! In case you missed the memo, Cinderolda is now available in print! Whoo-hooo!

At Createspace:

On Amazon:

Or CLICK HERE to buy on Amazon.

CLICK HERE to buy on Createspace.

People are loving it!

Stay tuned for updates about my next release, Payback, second in the Patriots Series, coming soon!

Things I Learned On Winter Vacation

Tuesday, March 20th, 2012


Frank and I recently returned from two weeks in paradise, celebrating our 20th wedding anniversary. I’d been planning and saving for the trip for two years. The vacation was supposed to be a romantic rekindling of our relationship. What it ended up being was “Frank and Janet’s In Sickness and In Health Tour of Hawaii.” While the trip served its purpose—Frank and I are very rested—it was not what we had expected. At all. While I didn’t get what I wanted, I ended up with some important realizations. Which might turn out eventually to be what I wanted. Right now, I’m not so sure. At any rate, I thought I’d impart my wisdom-through-adversity onto you and maybe spare you future disappointment.

Number One: Leave your expectations at home. Here’s how I pictured our much- anticipated trip to Hawaii: We would fly into Maui. Frank and I would buy each other leis, we’d do a bit of food shopping, drive to the condo and unpack. We’d throw on our swimsuits, jump into the blissfully warm ocean, then watch the sunset from our lanai over mai-tais. For the following 13 days, we’d have magical romantic walks on the beach; I’d learn to surf and kayak; we’d snorkel; I’d swim in the ocean daily and we’d go out for magical romantic dinners. I envisioned Hawaiian music softly playing in the background while Frank and I gazed at each other lovingly, and celebrated our 24-year relationship. As you’ve probably guessed by now, that’s not what happened.

The night before we left, Frank’s throat began to tickle. By morning, it was sore and he was sick. Earlier that morning, I’d had a Travel Anxiety Attack. In my half-awake state, I tortured myself with all the worst-case scenarios that would prevent us from going on our overly expensive, prepaid, non-refundable vacation. I was so freaked out, I got sick. Sick to the point where I will not provide details. Somehow I recovered, breezed to the airport and onto the plane. While I still felt sick, I felt more stupid than anything for worrying about something so dumb as a routine plane flight.

Right as we were about to land, Frank developed new symptoms of his illness and my motion sickness really kicked in. We had to stay an extra hour in the airport, just to stabilize enough so we could drive. Took us all day to shop and unload, and I missed the sunset. Frank had soda crackers and white rice for dinner. I ate two bites of food and pushed my plate away. We finally gave up and went to bed. Next day, Frank woke up sicker. So I took myself on long, unromantic walks on the beach, went shopping and swimming alone, and cooked and cleaned while Frank slept. For 9 days. Finally, over the last four days, he got better and we snorkeled a couple times. But as for my romantic walks on the beach, even when Frank got better, I couldn’t get him to walk with me due to his aversion of walking in sand. Finally, he agreed on our second to last day there. We got down the beach and it started raining. Hard. Then the wind kicked up and I froze. Swearing, I stomped off the beach and threw out all ideas of magical romantic walks. This was the point where I gave up on the vacation. It wasn’t what I had anticipated, it wasn’t what I had wanted, and I felt cheated and stupid for spending all this money to fly three thousand miles to be disappointed.

Thankfully, I’m in therapy and have tools to deal with adverse situations. Once back in the condo, I finally realized I’d loaded out this vacation with so many expectations, there was no way they could have been met. Even if Frank hadn’t been sick, I would have come away disappointed. I’ve been with the guy for 24 years, I know he hates walking in sand. Yet I threw out all previous knowledge and was disappointed he didn’t turn into a romance novel hero once we hit the shores of Hawaii. I finally realized I’d had a good time. While we spent most of the vacation in the condo, the view from our room was astounding. 270 degree views of the ocean, Molokai and Lanai. Whales cavorted off our balcony, giant sea turtles swam below us, and the sunsets were spectacular. We listened to Hawaiian music, I read five books, and we had nice long talks about our lives and planned for our future. The vacation was fine. My expectations and I had been the problem. Like I told Frank, the trip would have been perfect if I hadn’t been on it.

Number Two: Vacations always cost more than you think. The $500 economy car I’d reserved from Thrifty was “unavailable” when I arrived. I was so sick—and worried about Frank—that I fell prey to the evil rental clerk, an innocuous-looking woman named Connie, who talked me into upgrading to a mid-sized car, the cheapest one with a trunk. $935 later, I felt so screwed, I expected a second date and flowers.

Number Three: If the locals give advice, take it. The warnings in Hawaii are everywhere: White people are advised to wear buckets of sunscreen AND stay out of the sun from 11AM to 2 PM because of the high UV index due to the proximity to the Equator. Everyday, a new white family would appear below us on the beach at 9 or 10AM. After an hour, they turned pink. After two hours, they were red. Oblivious, they stayed on the beach ALL DAY, even during the “Burning Rays of Death” midday. We never saw the same family twice.

I had six more nuggets of advice that don’t fit in this column. But since no one listens to sound advice—especially me—I don’t think you’re missing much.

©2012, Janet Periat

Caught Is Available In Print!!!!

Friday, November 18th, 2011


Caught is available now in a gorgeous print version! Click HERE TO BUY THE BOOK.

Email me for a $3.00 discount code! Yay!!!

Soon, be on the look out for Cinderolda in print!!! Whoo-hooo!

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