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Those Nostalgic Hard Times

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  Last year we went on an epic family vacation . At least it was epic to us, seeing as we don't get out much. We hit up the Rocky Mountains and spent a glorious week and a half camping.  I love the mountains. I frequently dream about the mountains. When I'm not at the mountains I want to be at the mountains. But I also could never live at the mountains. It sounds like some tragic Shakespearean love story. However, you may as well bury me in an abandoned mine a mile below ground if I were to live by the mountains, cause that's how my head would feel without an open prairie sky to look at. Nevertheless, the mountains are the best place to visit. They called us over last year, and we gladly obliged.  It was hard. Very hard. Borderline too hard. At the time our four children were ages 1-9. The daily temperature hit well above 30 degrees C (which is a nightmare for Saskatchewanians). There were long drives, troubles with food (never expect me to remember to pack frozen meat at 4

The Greatest Evil to Befall a Soul, Except Sin, Is...

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I once went to a look-out spot which presented a stunning view of the Saskatchewan River. However, before I could get to the actual look-out spot, I had to stroll pass a fenced-in storage area. At that moment, there happened to be a deer within the fenced in area. Amused, I stood and watched. The deer looked up and saw me, and then utterly freaked out. In desperation to escape, he started ramming himself against the chain-link fence. With great violence he smashed his body towards the metal, harder and harder, all to no avail. Not wanting the animal to kill itself (which it surely would have), I quickly went out of sight. What happened afterwards? I imagine the deer calmed down, remembered where it was, and sheepishly walked out of the fenced in area by using the massive opening just a few feet away. * * * The deer story provides an example of what, according to St. Francis de Sales, is the greatest evil to befall a soul (besides sin). He is speaking of disquietude . Disquietude is as

"You're Not a Mother Yet!"

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  Some eleven years ago my wife Becca and I entered a church on a fine Sunday morning. It was Mother's Day, and the local K of C were passing out carnations to all the moms. It was sort of a big moment for us. You see, Becca was obviously pregnant. There was no hiding the fact. It was her first Mother's Day as a mother. We approached the man passing out flowers in the back foyer. I asked for a carnation for Becca. The man looked at Becca, at me, and then back at Becca, before shouting, "You're not a mother yet!" No carnation for Becca. Whatever. This man was a nut, and certainly didn't represent the church we were attending. The blame is on him.  I can imagine this man as the Gospel is read by a priest:  A pregnant Elizabeth comments to the pregnant Mary,   "Why am I so honoured, that the  mother  of my Lord should come to me?" The man shouts out from the pew: "She's not a mother YET!" Never mind.  We are approaching another Mother'

Free Printables for Disconnected: The Broken Path

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  “ This story came as a wonderful surprise—I was expecting a children's story (which I got), but the truths it touches on brought me to tears several times. The ending was special and beautiful.” - From a review of Disconnected: The Broken Path To purchase Disconnected: Canada: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/1778052509 USA: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1778052509

A Song. Just Because.

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Lake Jesper Hasnaoui

Disconnected Adults - Maybe It Begins with Us?

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I write this "safely" from the welcome home of my own personal blog. No expectations to fulfill here. No wait times for publishing. No need to use every word perfectly and without a hint of waste. No worries of vitriol or going viral; of enduring fame, infamy, and everything in between. Just writing. Writing what's on my mind. Writing words... for the sake of writing words. And the word that's on my mind today as I write is disconnected . No, I don't exactly mean my book. I refer to what it truly means to be dis connected , and then  connected. Disconnected. The great doubled-meaning word. To disconnect from screens is to connect with reality. To connect to screens is to disconnect from reality. It's perfectly simple. It's perfectly impossible. You know, I've quickly found out what I hate the very most about being an author (not that I consider myself an "author"). It's the self-promotion. More specifically, it's the self-promotion on

Please Pass On: Free Novel Study for My Book

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I have a small favour to ask...  If you have any teacher friends, please pass on the following: I have created a novel study for my book, Disconnected: The Broken Path . The novel study is for grades 5-7. In it I have grammar work, comprehension questions, author insider-information on the book, a health action plan, enrichment activities, crosswords, word scrambles, word searches, and much more! The best part is... it's FREE. Simply go to TeachersPayTeachers to download the novel study. https://www.teacherspayteachers.com/Product/Disconnected-The-Broken-Path-Authors-Own-Novel-Study-7998771?st=9e55143e201f1d795a106a02cd0ffeeb

Stu as in Stupid?

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  There are at least two reasons why I'm not the right person to slam the new movie, Father Stu . The first being that I don't really like movies. Not many, anyway. I haven't stepped foot inside a movie theatre in nearly twelve years. I believe that was to see Toy Story 3 . Nor do I have any of those Netflix Prime Plus Disney Stack Amazon subscriptions, or whatever they're called. I'd rather watch a football game, or an episode of Alone .  The second reason I ought not to slam Father Stu is because, well, I have never watched it. Nor will I. Why do I say this? You need to check out Austin Ruse's critique of the movie over at Crisis Magazine . The review was... shocking. A few brief snippets: "I cannot express how much I hated the new movie  Father Stu , at least up to a point . Up to that point, I really hated it. I emailed friends how much I hated it. I railed at my wife and children how much I hated it. I shouted down the hallway how much I hated it. Dow

Word of Mouth

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  My initial two-week book launch is completed. Thank you all for your tremendous support. It means the world to me. However, things are far from over… Here’s a little hint of the back-end of selling a book from an indie perspective. You write the book (and get it professionally edited/formatted). Done. Then you release the book with a launch team and try to attain as many Amazon reviews as possible. Done. But then for most authors, you hire ads such as Amazon, BookBub, TheFussyLibrarian, etc. in order to sell as many e-Books as possible. In a sense, they play the market to see which ads work, and which ones tank. I am over-simplifying the process, but you see what I mean. Again, it’s all about the e-Book. But for me this final step is far different. With a youth novel (again, grown-ups will love it as well), it’s mostly about organic growth with a good ole physical copy of a book. Parents need to trust the authors of books for their kids. So it goes as such: A person reads the

Why I'm Leaving the TLM [UPDATED]

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  UPDATE: Well, today someone tried to grab my hand while praying the Our Father. This person didn't sanitize three times first. I was horrified, and felt unsafe! Needless to say, I will be running back to the TLM. At least there is no hand-holding there.  See you next April Fool's Day... * * * Months in the making for sure. Particularly since Pope Francis' motu proprio which took a fatal shot at the traditional Latin Mass. Agree or disagree. Whatever. What's done is done. The fact is that since last July I've been to just one traditional Latin Mass. It disappeared on me. God clearly has been calling my family to a different style of worship. Otherwise he would provide the TLM! There are consequences to this. By that I mean, if one is called to a different style of worship, then it is important to embrace it. How else can one find peace? And so, we are back with the folk music, felt banners, and emphasis on active participation. Only this time everything is differen

Any Place but Amazon...

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I just released my book, and already I have people asking me if it's available somewhere other than Amazon. Look, I get it. I really do. But I'm not sure how a new author breaks through without first using the medium by which nearly 70% of all books are sold. But again, I get it. Oh do I ever. Let me explain... So my book almost missed my launch date. You see, after I uploaded it, Amazon waited a day, then told me that they would not publish it. My heart jumped out of my chest when I read that. Why? What grave crime had I committed? Let me show you: That's right. See that "J" on Daniel J. Millette? It's too low.  Actually it isn't. The cover was created using Amazon specified software. Then the proof copies came back completely fine. No matter. You don't argue with Amazon. And so, I had a desperate scramble to get a hold of my cover designer (in the Netherlands), and get it revised. I then uploaded the book. After two near sleepless nights, my book fin

My Book, Disconnected, is Now Available

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  Disconnected: The Broken Path , is now available on Amazon! This novel is for the 10-14-year-old, and deals with overcoming internet addiction, while learning to live, survive, and even thrive, in the real world. Synopsis: The internet is gone! And now everyone is forced to live in a world that is disconnected. Twelve-year-old Ben Montana had a different life on the internet. His “real” life was found online. He could say and do things there that didn’t matter in person. It was great, and wonderful, and perfectly…miserable. When the internet crashes, and severe hardships arise, thrilling events and trials force Ben into an adventure of real-world survival. In the end, Ben must confront what it truly means to be connected, and what it means to live. Disconnected: The Broken Path  is a stimulating adventure sure to entertain. Full of humor and poignant life-lessons, it is the perfect book for young adults and beyond. In a world absorbed by the internet,  Disconnected: The Broken Path  

An Extra Special St. Joseph's Day: I Just Hit "PUBLISH"

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The Feast of St. Joseph has always carried great significance for me. But even more so in recent years. Two years ago it was on March 19th that I finished my last in-person day at school before being sent home. A ridiculous 3.5 month lockdown ensued, followed by another 20.5 months of insanity.  That is, the past two years have been a roller coaster for us. For all of us. I'm not sure how much more my stomach can handle. Nevertheless, St. Joseph has been key to our family's sanity and wellbeing. Now it would take nearly a book-length post to describe what has led up to this year's St. Joseph's day post, but, speaking of books, I will state the obvious: Today I have just clicked "PUBLISH" at Amazon on my book, Disconnected: The Broken Path . NB: Amazon will take up to 72hours to review things, so my book will technically go live on March 22nd. It doesn't seem like much, but writing this book has been a journey filled with great risk and uncertainty. It migh

A Blast from the Past - The Pirate Song

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I had a request to repost a song I wrote once upon a time. I wrote  The Pirate Song  years ago. I seem to remember my little sister Lynda, when she was five years old, wanted me to write a song, and this is what came out. She's turning twenty-five this month! But the song still remains. Here's an original recording done far too many years ago. It's recorded in one of our bedrooms, with an old guitar, a key that is too high for my poor voice, and a few instruments added later for good measure. Here is  The Pirate Song:

My Writing Nightmare

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  What do you do when you have a song stuck in your head? You listen to the song, of course. Well, following this logic, I share with you my writing nightmare. The hope is that by recounting it, I will get rid of it. * * * In my dream I am writing a book. It is not a perfect book, but it is a meaningful book - a book that takes a piece out of me.  As I write, the book comes at a heavy price. The time and money required are significant. The setbacks and challenges are overwhelming. Still though, there are inexplicable little blessings along the way. These seem to drive the process forward. I continue to write. Finally the book is finished. I am overjoyed! I run to a bookstore and ask for a table to sell my books. I tell everyone I know about it. "Come over! I have written a book," I say. "Rejoice with me!" And I sit at a table in the centre of the the bookstore... waiting... It is lonely. A few people walk in, but when they see me, they pretend not to notice I am the

Little Children...

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Little children. One minute they’re crying because they spilled water on their third shirt of the morning (before 7:30am). The next minute they’re “making” the beds while sweetly singing Immaculate Mary. The next minute they’ve got all the couches moved around for forts. The next minute World War Three erupts over who gets what fort. The next minute they’re politely thanking their mom for giving them breakfast. The next minute they’re running off to their room crying while mom cleans jam off the walls and fridge. The next minute they’re out of the room, wearing only a diaper, while shouting, “I’m a SUMO WRESTLER!” The next minute they’ve got an icepack on their head after having dented a wall with their noggin. The next minute they’re resting on the couch, ripping library books. The next minute they’re kneeling quietly, with hands folded, and saying the most lovable prayer to Jesus that has ever been uttered. There is never a dull minute with little children.

Run for Cover!

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So... setbacks. Yes Frankie, I've had a few. (I'm speaking about my upcoming book). Heck, I've even hit rock-bottom once or twice. This week, in fact. Yet somehow this little project keeps plugging along. I'm very thankful and blessed. So many people have supported me throughout. And then there's St. Joseph... it's been him the entire way. 100%. Anyway, here's a little sneak peak of what's to come.  Assuming the setbacks aren't too severe, this will be released later in March. Stay tuned!

Finished and Ready to Go, Sort of...

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Sitting in my email inbox right now is a completed - yes, that includes editing, formatting, and cover design - PDF copy of my upcoming book, Disconnected . The book is ready to go out to the world! But not so fast.  Sales and Marketing. Sigh. As I'm told frequently, you don't have to like sales and marketing, but you have to learn it. So for February I must work on priming some ads to various websites, as well preparing a million other promotional items. Having said all that, this PDF copy is just waiting to be sent out to my launch team. I will do so in early March. All I ask in return is for a review on Amazon once my book is published to the world. I have had many join the launch team already. I appreciate this more than I can say. However, there's always room for a few more. In particular, Americans are pure gold for this, thanks to their access to amazon.COM.  If interested, please email danieljmillette@gmail.com Once again, the synopsis of the book is HERE . A brie

A Brief Snippet from Disconnected

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Here is a brief scene from my upcoming book, Disconnected: The Broken Path . Twelve-year-old Ben has been struggling without his usual dose of the internet. He's been acting up, and getting into trouble. Finally, his parents send him to Grandpa's, hoping some time on the farm will smarten Ben up. * * * The bike to Grandpa’s was a nightmare. The screaming wind attacked Ben, and each push of the pedals seemed a torturous step towards the peak of Mount Everest. Only the summit of Ben’s journey was not to stand on top of the world in glory, but to have a conversation he wanted to avoid.              He pulled into the farmyard and leaned his bike against the house. The strong wind promptly pushed the bike over. Ben scowled, decided to leave the bike in a collapsed heap, and knocked on the front door. Ben never knocked on his grandpa’s door, but this time he felt like a prodigal grandson, and that he must not be too bold or brash.  Grandpa opened the door. “Look what the cat dra