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30,000 Year Old Virus Reactivated

There are discoveries out there that change the world.

And I am convinced that somewhere tucked away in the labyrinth of the scientific world, there are researchers studying things that the rest of us could only dream of or perhaps things we’d rather not know about. That’s one of the reasons I’ve always been fascinated by the unknown.

We tend to think of science fiction as imagining things that don’t exist, but every once in a while, I stumble across a real scientific discovery that makes me think:

OK, maybe my imagination isn’t as wild as I thought.

What if permafrost isn’t simply frozen dirt, but a time capsule? It’s a freezer containing pieces of the Earth’s past. Scientists have recovered remarkably preserved animals from it. Mammoths. Cave lion cubs, Ancient wolves. Plants that haven’t seen daylight for thousands of years.

But it gets stranger.

Researchers have revived microscopic organisms after they spent tens of thousands of years frozen. In one experiment, scientists reported reviving tiny animals called bdelloid rotifers after roughly 24,000 years in Siberian permafrost.

Another group revived nematode worms from ancient permafrost, with subsequent research identifying one specimen as a previously undescribed species and dating the material surrounding it roughly to 46,000 years ago.

46,000 years

Frozen

Then alive again.

Tell me that doesn’t sound like the beginning of a novel.

Then there are viruses….

This is where things get particularly interesting. Scientists studying ancient permafrost have isolated viruses that remained infectious after 10s of thousands of years.

One famous example was a giant virus recovered from approximately 30,000 year old Siberian permafrost. Researchers were able to reactivate it in a laboratory, where it infected amoebae.

More recently, researchers studying ancient viruses recovered from permafrost described multiple ancient strains including one associated with material more than 48,000 years old.

Before anyone starts building a bunker, there’s an important distinction. These particular viruses were studied using amoebae as hosts. Their revival doesn’t mean a 48,000 year old human zombie virus is waiting to jump out of the Arctic tomorrow. But the underlying idea is fascinating.

Freezing can preserve biological material for an astonishing amount of time and our planet has a lot of frozen ground.

Now add a changing climate…

Permafrost doesn’t necessarily stay permanent. As Arctic regions warm, previously frozen ground is thawing that exposes material that may have been locked away for thousands of years. Scientists are interested in what that could mean for ecosystems, carbon emissions, ancient microorganisms, and potentially pathogens.

There has even been a real world example that sounds unnervingly like fiction. In 2016 an anthrax outbreak occurred in Siberia’s Yamal Peninsula after an unusually warm period. A child died, people were hospitalized, and thousands of reindeer were affected. Scientists and officials investigated thawing permafrost and old infected animal remains as a possible explanation for the outbreak.

That doesn’t mean melting permafrost is about to unleash the apocalypse, but it does mean nature occasionally reminds us that buried doesn’t necessarily mean gone.

And that idea stuck with me, so I asked the question writers are always asking:

What if…

What if something was buried beneath the ice?

What if it had been there for longer than anyone could imagine?

What if scientists found it?

And what if it wasn’t dead?

That’s where reality ends and Hidden in Ice begins.

In my story forensic anthropologist Hannah Fraser travels to a remote Alaskan research station after an extraordinary discovery. A boy had been found entombed in the ice.

Finding an ancient human would already be the discovery of a lifetime, except the boy presents Hannah with a considerably bigger problem.

He’s alive.

And because I can’t allow my fictional scientist to have a nice, uneventful work day, things don’t exactly improve from there. But the part that fascinates me isn’t really the zombies. It’s the questions of how far human curiosity can take us and what happens when we go too far. Humans are explorers.

We dig.

We investigate.

We open things.

We want to know what’s behind the door, beneath the ocean, inside the tomb, and under the ice. It’s one of the reasons we’ve accomplished extraordinary things. But imagine being the person standing in front of a discovery that shouldn’t be possible. Every scientific instinct you possess would tell you to investigate, and perhaps another much older instinct would whisper:

Leave it alone

Which one would you listen to?

Because the deeper you venture into the Resurrection Hour series, the less it becomes about the dead rising, and the more you begin the question what really brought the world to its knees

And perhaps that’s what makes the line between science and fiction so fascinating

Science tells us what is possible.

Fiction gets to ask:

 What if we went one step further?

So here’s my question for you…

If scientists discovered something frozen beneath the ice that appears to be biologically impossible.

Would you investigate it?

Or would you leave it exactly where you found it?

I already know what my scientist chose.

And well…

There wouldn’t be much of a book if they’d made the sensible decision, but isn’t that how all horror movies start?

…that one stupid person opens the door.

Please find the link below to read the first three chapters of Resurrection Hour: Hidden in Ice.

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Sometimes It Makes you Crack

I remember spending my childhood wishing I was an adult already. Well, maybe that was more when I was a teenager, wishing I could make my own rules.

Eat what you want.

Go to bed when you want.

Be your own boss

But as we grew older and moved out on our own, we realized that, well, you can eat what you want, but it makes you unhealthy. You can go to bed when you want, but if you don’t go to bed early, going to work the next day never goes well. And while you may be the boss in your own house, you still have a boss telling you what to do at work. You learn pretty quickly that being an adult isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. *lol*

But what if turning nineteen had an even worse fate? What if you were kidnapped and tossed into a game? A game designed to play with the mind and make it break. Would you be able to survive if your life wasn’t in your hands anymore?

Or maybe it still is, but what would you be willing to do to survive? Would you find the strength you needed to win the game when the cards are stacked against you?

Come and see what Jenna decides to do in “Her Prison, His Game.”


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What Shall I do?

This year has been a slow writing and publishing year for me. Life has been super busy and changing in big ways, so writing kind of took back stage to everything else.

But I don’t want that to continue to be the case because I have so many stories to tell and limited time to tell them. I’m not getting any younger and with the loss of my dad, that knowledge really hit home.

But with that knowledge hitting home, it also made me realize how precious time is with your loved ones and it’s been hard to focus on things like writing because I don’t want to lose out on time with them.

Even now as I sit here, my partner is cooking in the kitchen, and I’m in the living room. This is not where I would usually be because I want to be by his side, doing as much as I can with him. He said that he could handle dinner, so here I am, trying to pick-up where I left off many months ago.

We both started new jobs. I actually accepted a Site Supervisor position for the first time. Something I had never really wanted to do because if you know me, my life was previously stressful so the last thing I wanted was to be the one responsible for everything running smoothly. *lol* But everyone has to excel upwards at some point, right? We can’t stay where we are forever or we never grow, and at 47 years old, it’s time for me to grow in my industry.

So tell me, are you working on climbing the ladder or are you just coasting? If you’re coasting, then I understand completely. Change is difficult for me, but so many things have been changing that I figure I might as well embrace it and change with it.

What about you? What have you changed in your life this year? Share in my email or in the comments below. Also, I want your advice, should I work on releasing my zombie series, or would you like to see my steamy trilogy?


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When I Was 41, My Husband Left Me

Starting Over…

When I was 41, my husband left me. Over time, he wanted to come back, but I refused to let him return home, unless he got help with his addictions and anger. But I should have acknowledged by that point that my marriage was over and had been for a long time. We’d been married for 21 years, but it wasn’t going well. He had gotten into some stuff that wasn’t good or safe for myself or the kids. Three years passed and soon it was 2022, and I got the fateful call. The stuff he had gotten into had killed him, and I was a widow at just 44 years old. Fentanyl had taken another life.

Now, not only was I trying to figure out who I was as a woman, I was also trying to figure out who I was as a widow, and now officially single. What kind of life did I want for myself? Who did I want to be? What kind of example did I want to set for my kids? In life, we are going to face all sorts of disappointments and traumatic situations, and when we do, we have a choice to make. We can rise to the challenge or we can fall. We can choose to let depression take over and wallow in our miserable existence, or we can make a decision to live. I found that when the hard times hit, my mindset was everything.

That isn’t to say that you don’t allow yourself to mourn or that you don’t deal with negative emotions, but you also know that your life is going to be what you make it. Life isn’t just our sad times or our bad times, so you either learn to rise and rebuild or you let them destroy you. Hard times are inevitable. We can’t get through life without hard times, but how we respond or what we choose to do when they happen will make or break us.

So I rose up. I made a change to a better job with better pay. I mourned for my husband, and then I chose to find love again. This time, I knew what I wanted and what I didn’t want in a relationship. I wanted someone who would step up and be a true partner, and not act like another child. I wanted someone who knew what they wanted out of life and was already established. I wanted someone who was kind and gentle and knew how to handle their anger. Someone who would never take it out on me and wouldn’t abuse me when they were angry.

I started dating for the first time in 24 years. I met some nice guys, who I saw more than once, and then others, who, quite frankly, gave me the willies. And then when one guy said he didn’t think it was going to work out after two months, I met an incredible man on Bumble. I know this is probably cliché, but I could see the beauty of his soul in his eyes. He’d faced hardships in this life, but he didn’t allow those to define him. He rose above them just like I had. He takes care of me and is super supportive. Even after a busy day, he doesn’t come home to sleep. He invests his time to help around the house and spends quality time with me. He doesn’t live all his life on a video game or with his nose in his phone. He’s present with me and I love him incredibly. He wants to help my kids be the best version of themselves and invests his time to help them. I couldn’t ask for a better man in my life.

I never thought that love could be this way. I’m able to share my feelings and not worry about getting my head chewed off, and he’s receptive to my fears. Sometimes I still feel like the other shoe is going to drop, and I know he sometimes worries about the same, but honestly, we’re so similar, but different enough, that it just works so amazingly. When my dad died, he was there for me. He took care of stuff around the house and took care of me while I processed what happened.

I guess I’m kind of rambling, but the point I wanted to make is that, no matter your age, you can start over. It’s not the end of the road when something tragic happens, it’s a vehicle to create change. How your life turns out really depends on your mindset. If you believe the world is out to get you and always complain about everything, that’s exactly what will happen because it’s all you train yourself to see. My husband had that mentality, and it fostered such a bad temperament that it was draining. You need to surround yourself with people who want to reach for the stars.

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What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?

What do you want to be when you grow up?

How many times did you hear this question when you were growing up? I bet it was more times than one could possibly count. This question often comes up again in a round about way when you hit mid-life, but this time, instead of everyone else asking you, you are asking yourself.

You look back on your life and re-evaluate all your decisions. Are you following your dreams? Are you where you thought you’d be by this point in your life? You hear people talk a lot about a mid-life crisis, and a lot of people do go through it in one way or another. It causes some to make some unsavory choices, especially in relationships. It causes others to become depressed as they think they are too old to make any positive life changes or to start a new career.

When I was younger, I made some bad course choices in high school which limited my ability to study certain jobs and/or trades, but every time I thought of something I would like to do, my mind always came back to writing. Writing. Writing. Writing. That was my passion. That was where my heart stayed. And anytime I think about shifting my current security career to something else, I keep going back to my writing. I want to make a career out of writing stories to share with the world.

So my advice to you is to follow your passion. If you don’t follow your passion, you will wish you did. We all have a passion that hits us hard and hits us young, and often times we think we can’t do anything with it because it’s too fanciful of a dream. But nothing is impossible if you work at it. Okay, maybe you can’t fly like Rogue from x-men, but you can certainly find ways to fly and fulfill your dreams. All it takes is planning, effort and determination to not give up when the going gets tough.

I just released my next novel, The Blues of Atlantis. It’s a story that I wrote over 5 years ago on Wattpad. Ironically enough, I had its sequel, “The Cowboy’s Heritage,” published first through BVS, but that one has since been pulled from publication and will be re-published shortly. I am hoping to have it released in October, depending on how smoothly things go this month.

I am following after my dreams, and I promise you that you can follow after yours. Think back really hard. What was it that you loved the most when you were younger? What did you dream of? Was it flying to the moon? Was it working with animals? Was it writing? Movie making? You have to live your passion or life just passes you by and you’ll look back wondering what could have been.

Don’t let that be you. If you have a story, write it! If you always loved to draw and create, do it! The only person stopping you is you.


For as long as there have been men, there have been myths. And as long as there have been myths, there have been dreamers. Dreamers who wonder what else is out there.

Nerina Winters is no different. She lives a fantasy life as a mermaid, putting on daily shows at the aquarium. Until one day, she finds herself sitting in the doctor’s office. The revelation of what’s ailing her reveals a family secret she isn’t supposed to know about until her thirtieth birthday.

But it’s too late. The secret is out. Now she’s on the run with a husband she no longer trusts, who harbors a secret of his own. Her husband quickly learns that secrets are perilous by nature.

Some swear by them.

Some die from them.

But who will live, and who will die?

And will they live long enough to find out?


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