Writing Reality

A book I've been working on for over two decades... To get the book finished in the summer of 2018.

The Grappler:     "In my third Grappling Tournament ever on August 1, 2009, my coach Phil Dunlap and I signed me up for multiple divisions, levels and weight classes. This tournament was called "The Battle At The Beach", a NAGA event.     At the time there were women's divisions, yet no one was near my weight class in the women's divisions. We were trying to get me as many matches as possible to see what I could handle, and where I was at. I'd pretty much been training with all men who were 130-280 pounds in Phil's Fight Gym. I fattened up to 106 pounds that morning before weighing in. I was a Novice, I started in late February 2009 learning ground work for the first time. I'd never boxed. My wrestling experience was that I had a Native American friend, Joanne Yelloweyes, who gave me three  hours of her time one week when she was in from college. I was sixteen (Dec. 1978).     Joanne was willing to teach me boys wrestling and self-defense she'

She Broke Karl's Wall...     "These were the moments...Few had witnessed from the outside...It freaked quite a few out.  We once made a young woman watching us cry.  And some men shook their heads.  But they weren't real fighters anyway.........     Then Phil kicks me hard in the chest,sending me flying back against one of the walls in Karl's little gym...one thing I know is when I get hit hard, I make sure I get back up, and fast.  ...acting as though nothing has occurred....I saw Karl out of the corner of my right eye, attempting to find out if I was okay... As Karl goes to check, I'm up attacking Phil.  I remained focused... Later, we checked the wall.  I broke a piece of Karl's wall with my back.  Yet, I never felt anything afterwards....      Phil said, 'You did good'." https://www.amazon.com/Not-Exactly-Juan-Liberated-Woman-ebook/dp/B0 72HN2GFV

My Poet We know not where, The feeling comes. When it arrives, I hear war drums. As I plod Somewhat upstream. I give the nod, To Poet’s dream. It’s cool and dark, Just after night. My Poet runs, To scare my fright. Longer I go Without a stop. My Poet beside me, I shall not drop. And when I fight, I feel the flow. There is no flight, My Poet said, ‘Go’. And longer I go, Into fight’s fold. I become a pro, My Poet’s behold. I know not where, I cannot recount. My love for dare, My Poet’s amount. In my Poet’s embrace, I will not die. For Spirit lifts me, With every try.

      I noticed that as we began to come crashing down to the ground and I was on my left side, that the following was about to occur:       I would bite where it would inflict pain and I could hold the bite to the right shoulder, albeit aiming for the right ear, or right side of the face, preferably the cheek. Yet, I was missing my intentional aim.   However, I thought fast in mid-air.   I could not believe how quickly my mind calculated precision, and what to do in under one second.                   https://www.amazon.com/Not-Exactly-Juan-Liberated-Woman-ebook/dp/B072HN2GFV

   Phil said, “Jody, did you see her thighs?”     I respond, “Well Yeah, but I figured maybe they’d make her tired.   Like she’d wear them out on me.”   https://www.amazon.com/Not-Exactly-Juan-Liberated-Woman-ebook/dp/B072HN2GFV

Death Bestow by  Jody-Lynn Reicher And now we sit, As passersby. We hold a tissue, Only here to sigh. And when we awaken, From our steep. We gather thoughts, With meaning deep. As time allows, We lick our wounds. When dost we learn, Our sadness grooms? And not be idle, But yet to flow. Our morning glory, That death bestow.

When the David was born, Her world untorn, Not all knew what to do. She captured some souls, Although neither were bold, Her own spirit they'd misconstrue. As time did pass, She would out last, The critics that ridicule so smooth. Some did wonder, What drove her asunder, The Divinity that they once knew. The query here, Is to abate the fear, The faith knowing Divinity so true. ---Jody-Lynn Reicher

Working on different covers selected....

Working on the cover...  Photograph taken by Melody Reed.

https://www.amazon.com/Reaching-Gods-Perfection-Stories-Gratefulness/dp/1503237516

...He replied, "They find out your age and the girl wants to win.  So they accept it, because they are desperate, but also they think no way could they lose, and then they watch the Sazoff and Jewell fights and realize, maybe they could lose." https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/1545243603/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1494212958&sr=8-1&pi=AC_SX236_SY340_FMwebp_QL65&keywords=not+exactly+don+juan...and+the+Liberated+Woman&dpPl=1&dpID=515SJj2AGhL&ref=plSrch

"Much of our runs I'd remain silent, taking in her creativity, and hearing about her children and thoughts on parenting.  As her children finished up college, mine were just entering junior high.  By then Caytha had become so successful, that she now ambled back and forth between Hollywood and New York City...the big town.  She'd made it..."---excerpt from "Therapy on the Run"

 "Not Exactly Don Juan...and the Liberated Woman", Priceless in Changsha", "Reaching God's Perfection...Stories of Gratefulness" https://www.amazon.com/Not-Exactly-Juan-Liberated-Woman-ebook/dp/B072HN2GFV If you've seen my last three books; same dimensions except smaller than "Not Exactly Don Juan... and the Liberated Woman", (April 2017) that was 341 pages, a fight book, non-fiction twenty pictures, about 6x9. "Priceless in Changsha" (Feb 2017) was 192 pages, six pictures, a non-fiction book on foreign adoption, also 6x9. And "Reaching God's Perfection...Stories of Gratefulness" (182 pages), non-fiction, no pictures, non-fiction and 180 plus pages as well, 6x9. This one, "Therapy on the Run" was influenced by Caytha Jentis Jentis, who'd run the last five miles of my fifty mile runs early (2 in the morning or so), keeping me honest in pace; or when I had kidney stones (a few times), she'd drag

To be Dedicated in Loving Memory of Fran Gregoras, a woman who knew superb kindness.

"...By age fourteen, there were times, in the dark of night I'd sit on the bottom of the tree near our driveway on the roots of the tree, waiting for Dad's truck to pull up.  I'd catch myself sometimes talking out loud to God or as if Dad were there.  Then I'd get up and pace back and forth, praying...afraid to know...what was to come..."

To be released sometime mid-April.

"...Success is the ability to stay with a goal, learn from the pitfalls, yet never quit..."---Nina Bovio

An excerpt on my sixth book to be out sometime in the summer: Dear Jody-Lynn,                                            November 12, 1992 Do you remember that old man who "accosted" you in the lobby of Detroit's Westin Hotel and would give you no peace until you had laid out your life history and marathon training program?! Of course, you do. Ran the enclosed articles, better late than never! Best Wishes, Jim Elfkin

As I await the foreword to be written, by two-time Olympian, Anne Marie Letko on my next book "Therapy on the Run", I'm already beginning to work on the sixth book, "Two Girls Talking...and God Listening In"

Excerpt from "Therapy on the Run":     The bra strap waving as it did, caught my attention at the same time that I saw, what was to be my spring track and field coach, and his assistant giggling as they watched me.       As I approached with my usual, smile and said, “Hello.”   Then as I was passing I said, “Flaps Up!”   I did so smiling, as I silently giggled what I was thinking, ‘I’m still moving.’  

"Priceless in Changsha"

"Not Exactly Don Juan...and the Liberated Woman"

       My Poet by Jody-Lynn Reicher We know not where, The feeling comes. When it arrives, I hear war drums. As I plod, Somewhat upstream, I give the nod, To Poet's dream. It's cool and dark, Just after night. My Poet runs, To scare my fright. Longer I go, Without a stop. My Poet beside me, I shall not drop. And when I fight, I feel the flow. There is no flight, My Poet said, 'Go'. And longer I go, Into fight's fold. I become a pro, My Poet's behold. I know not where, I cannot recount. My love for dare, My Poet's amount. In my Poet's embrace, I will not die. For Spirit lifts me, With every try.

I am currently working on my fifth book, "Therapy on the Run".  Which should be out in approximately three to four weeks. The fourth book is "Not Exactly Don Juan...and the Liberated Woman": As the reader will see, this story unfolds into a natural progression of change. Change in the writer’s perception, and change in the Grandmaster’s teaching, and thinking of a woman, as a fighter. For he had not ever trained a woman to become an Mixed Martial Arts Fighter. It then appears the writer’s husband sees what someone who isn’t in the fight gym may see. The author’s husband prods his wife to go become a fighter. The Grandmaster has seen it too, that is there no difference from the men who want to fight, and the women who want to fight. The author of this book originally is training in self-defense with Phil Dunlap, a Grandmaster.

I have a Facebook page that is separate from my main page.  It is for the Arts.  See link below: https://www.facebook.com/Jody-Lynn-Reicher-317763465089203/

"Reaching God's Perfection...Stories of Gratefulness"

My third book written was on Chinese adoption, and the process my husband and I took to start our family, published in early 2017.  So if you're interested in foreign adoption; "Priceless in Changsha", may help in understanding what it may take.  There is a story line, yet also references to other publications from other authors on other foreign adoption books.  "Priceless in Changsha" can be purchased on Kindle, and also is available in paperback as well. . See Kirkus Review: https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/jody-lynn-reicher/priceless-in-changsha/