My Story
About
I have lived most of my life in New England, but my heart will always remain in Vermont. I accomplished all that I wanted with in my career, but as my vocation, I love to write, and have been drafting short stories and poems from childhood.
Bettie MacIntyre
My story began at the onset of WW11, before the atom bomb, Vietnam, Kennedy, astronauts, and Martin Luther King. I have experienced many sunrises and sunsets. I live my daily life with the philosophical idea to be grateful for the life I have. Many dreams fantasized, and many realized, and still a few to come. My deepest desire in these retirement years is to put pen to paper and author theoretical stories that have entered my magical mind.
My words are an accumulated pathology of life that encompasses realism and consequences.
They are a part of me in each of my writing into escapism. I nurture my inner soul and relieve the gut-wrenching uncompromising action of my heartless pen. The more extensive the writing, the deeper I delve into the soul of the writer.
I was born in Burlington, Vermont, and brought up in a small town in the foothills of the Elephant Mountains called Bristol. When the great Glacier came, it carved out a sizeable gorge that skirted an embankment leaving an area known as “The Hollow.” To get there from north or south, one has to ford a river and cross a bridge.
The second World War was going on, and my parents kindly left me with my grandparents when they were leaving for Bristol, Connecticut, to work for the War effort.
Many living in “The Hollow” considered us poor, perhaps in material wealth, but we were rich in love. As I matured, I never compared myself to friends or classmates. I was taught to derive comfort in the realization that my gram was a sage. We had only two books, but in my mind, this outweighed any library. Gram’s Good Book was a treasured leather-bound Bible, its edges frayed from daily use. From the Good Book, she taught me to read. The second was a small, black-bound volume by Aristotle. Gram had Irene memorize a life lesson, one she always recited when she became frustrated.
Her’s teaching influenced me early in life by instilling lessons tempered with unbounded love. Simplistic as it may have been, it was a time of joy and happiness.
“We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence is not an act, but a habit.”
— Aristotle
From my adolescent years, learning was not a skill but a gift. As I developed into womanhood, my inherited intellect became hampered by adversity. It was apparent in my early years that life had problems.
One significant friendship throughout my years was a joy like no other—my sister Sally. When she passed at fifty-one after a prolonged battle with cancer, part of my soul went died with her.
The first book I published, The Hollow, included my gram, gramp, and sister. I used her middle name of Mae, although her name was Sally Mae. I finally put pen to paper and created a series of stories about Irene (my middle name), the simple life of a naïve farm girl, stories told from heartfelt memories.
I am the proud mother of two adult sons and several special daughters, including special nieces and grandchildren.
I am a Renaissance Woman.
Bettie MacIntyre
My story began at the onset of WW11, before the atom bomb, Vietnam, Kennedy, astronauts, and Martin Luther King. I have experienced many sunrises and sunsets. I live my daily life with the philosophical idea to be grateful for the life I have. Many dreams fantasized, and many realized, and still a few to come. My deepest desire in these retirement years is to put pen to paper and author theoretical stories that have entered my magical mind. My words are an accumulated pathology of life that encompasses realism and consequences.
They are a part of me in each of my writing into escapism. I nurture my inner soul and relieve the gut-wrenching uncompromising action of my heartless pen. The more extensive the writing, the deeper I delve into the soul of the writer.
I was born in Burlington, Vermont, and brought up in a small town in the foothills of the Elephant Mountains called Bristol. When the great Glacier came, it carved out a sizeable gorge that skirted an embankment leaving an area known as “The Hollow.” To get there from north or south, one has to ford a river and cross a bridge.
The second World War was going on, and my parents kindly left me with my grandparents when they were leaving for Bristol, Connecticut, to work for the War effort.
Many living in “The Hollow” considered us poor, perhaps in material wealth, but we were rich in love. As I matured, I never compared myself to friends or classmates. I was taught to derive comfort in the realization that my gram was a sage. We had only two books, but in my mind, this outweighed any library. Gram’s Good Book was a treasured leather-bound Bible, its edges frayed from daily use. From the Good Book, she taught me to read. The second was a small, black-bound volume by Aristotle. Gram had me memorize a life lesson, one she always recited when she became frustrated.
Her’s teaching influenced me early in life by instilling lessons tempered with unbounded love. Simplistic as it may have been, it was a time of joy and happiness.
“We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence is not an act, but a habit.”
— Aristotle
From my adolescent years, learning was not a skill but a gift. As I developed into womanhood, my inherited intellect became hampered by adversity. It was apparent in my early years that life had problems.
One significant friendship throughout my years was a joy like no other—my sister Sally. When she passed at fifty-one after a prolonged battle with cancer, part of my soul went with her.
The first book I published, The Hollow, included my gram, gramp, and sister. I used her middle name of Mae, although her name was Sally Mae. I finally put pen to paper and created a series of stories about Irene (my middle name), the simple life of a naïve farm girl, stories told from heartfelt memories.
I am the proud mother of two adult sons and several special daughters, including special nieces and grandchildren.
I am a Renaissance Woman.
Mason O'Donnell
This is my protegé Mason O’Donnell, a six year old. Mason is my neighbor and young friend. He is an avid reader who recently was recognized at the local library for his talents in creative writing and illustrating. His talents include piano, performing arts and loves to cook. We have been friends since he was around three. We met in church and fell in love and it has progressed through the commonality that we are both wordsmith’s. The picture is at a recent book signing held at a craft fair. BETA reader Deb Silon is on the right, Mason O’Donnell in the middle and myself on the left. He reminds me of myself when I was young. A true reflection. I believe we will read his name in the future. My young hero!
Mason O'Donnell
This is my protegé Mason O’Donnell, a six year old. Mason is my neighbor and young friend. He is an avid reader who recently was recognized at the local library for his talents in creative writing and illustrating. His talents include piano, performing arts and loves to cook. We have been friends since he was around three. We met in church and fell in love and it has progressed through the commonality that we are both wordsmith’s. The picture is at a recent book signing held at a craft fair.
BETA reader Deb Silon is on the right, Mason O’Donnell in the middle and myself on the left. He reminds me of myself when I was young. A true reflection. I believe we will read his name in the future. My young hero!
Mason O'Donnell
This is my protegé Mason O’Donnell, a six year old. Mason is my neighbor and young friend. He is an avid reader who recently was recognized at the local library for his talents in creative writing and illustrating. His talents include piano, performing arts and loves to cook. We have been friends since he was around three. We met in church and fell in love and it has progressed through the commonality that we are both wordsmith’s. The picture is at a recent book signing held at a craft fair. BETA reader Deb Silon is on the right, Mason O’Donnell in the middle and myself on the left. He reminds me of myself when I was young. A true reflection. I believe we will read his name in the future. My young hero!
About
Ghost Writing
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Credits
Special Thanks
Stefan Vučak
My editor Stefan Vučak is my mentor, and teacher in the finer details of the world of proper editing and publishing. When I was ready to throw in the towel he lifted me up from the dredges of hell and I finished Clara. Stefan is a true Wordsmith, friend, editor, and world traveler. He has Authored several books, more than I will ever write in my lifetime.
Deb Silon
My sister- friend and BETA Reader, Deb Silon. Without her support and assistance I couldn’t have completed Clara or The Hollow.
Laura Shinn
Cover Artist Extraordinaire, Laura Shinn, can take an idea and put in her artistic creative mind and with the touch of her magical hand make ones eye pull towards your book. She works with the author/writer and never complains.
My Story
About
I have lived most of my life in New England, but my heart will always remain in Vermont. I accomplished all that I wanted with in my career, but as my vocation, I love to write, and have been drafting short stories and poems from childhood.