Check out my latest book on! “Episode 2, The Boy Who Would Be King, Delilah Astral Investigator Infinity Series”. Time travel, astral projection, and righting the wrongs of the past to protect the future. YA to Adult. It is for those of us who BELIEVE!

As the second Episode in the “Delilah Astral Investigator Infinity Series”, modern teen “Dee”/Delilah Sanchez is wondering how she was selected to head this Time-Travel/Astral Projection Team. She certainly didn’t ask for it!

In the first Episode, “The Boy and the Shopkeeper”, she had to watch an old man and the boy who loved him like a grandfather kill each other time and time again on the Astral Plane. It almost tore her heart out! With the help of the 1774 American Colonial Lord Bartholomew Darnesworth Wharton, III, and her intuitive cat Mollie, they were able to not change history so much but change the way the two people died. The boy became a hero for his community, and the old man’s life was an inspiration to all the children he had helped grow up in a rough neighborhood.

In Episode 2, the stakes are much higher! As they travel back in time to 1502, the “change” in the past threatens to destroy Dee’s current reality, turning her hometown into a war-torn British colony awaiting the nuclear bomb that could blow up the whole planet. What can they do to save the past and the future? The options are few, and the consequences are horrendous. Bartholomew is falling in love with Delilah, but he cannot tell her the secret he must protect at all costs to save their current reality, a reality in which “Bartie” had hoped to take Delilah for his bride. Is that even possible now? Quantum Physics is used to explain how such Time Travel and Astral Projection can be done, perhaps, in our real world.


Deborah A. Bowman, author

A taste of inspiration to encourage ALL writers!

This free-domain picture came to me on Twitter. I want to give a shout-out to @MondayDPoet & @Dailywisdomwrd


Thanks for doing what you do!

Here is the Twitter-length poem I wrote based on the picture. In poetry, “Less is more; each word pregnant with meaning!” :

You search your mind & soul.

You seek yourself as whole,

Balanced, in-tune, in-the-zone.

How often are you pure to the bone?

Not very often? Then write!

Write about what is in sight,

Close enough to touch, smell, hear.

Inspiration surrounds & astounds you!

The IDEA is salvation!

Deborah A. Bowman

This writer/editor just had her first COVID-19 injection. I highly recommend a GREAT experience!

Deborah A. Bowman Stevens

This just made sense for me! I live in a highly populated area. I’ve been in isolation, alone, for over a year. I’m also immune compromised. There was a catch, however … I have extreme allergies that cause anaphylactic shock, the one side effect of the vaccine that is so scary. I want to tell you that it was handled so kindly and professionally with understanding and LOVE! šŸ’–

I didn’t have a reaction that day or afterwards. The discomfort is minimal, easier than a flu shot!

Be kind and loving to yourself and to our world. Even if you’re afraid of the vaccine –I certainly was!–do it for quality of life and those who love you.

I can’t say enough “Thank you’s!” to our brave medical staff, first-responders, and everyone who works in a public services profession. They have loved ones to protect too. Let’s help them by getting vaccinated as well.

All of you are my heroes!


When will it be a “post-pandemic”?

Not soon, it seems.

Masks are in our future; Dam it!

But better be safe than sorry.

The smart thing is the vaccine.

I know not everyone agrees.

Everyone has a right to their own opinion,

But I think we need all the help we can get!

Nothing is ever perfect and yet

I won’t go out without a fight.

I will not go meekly into the night.

–Deborah A. Bowman Stevens

What Will This Day Bring?

Each day is a choice of what to do, what to address, what to second guess. Sometimes, we choose to do nothing at all. But our minds are always thinking, always “writing”, always planning. So, down time is never wasted. We’ve just had more down time, more alone time, than we’re used to having. Our ideas may have soared! Now, it’s time to implement them.

That’s where I come in and get you on-course for your next writing or business project. And, let’s face it, we all have to write, to create something, and share it! Otherwise, our thoughts and ideas never reach the people who need to know there’s a big, beautiful world out there to experience.

Questions are always free on my blog. Just leave a comment. It helps everyone who drops by for a short visit.

Have a blessed day. Let’s find a way to communicate in words. That’s my specialty. What is your creative expression outlet? I’m interested in sharing and caring.

–Deborah A. Bowman Stevens, Clasid Consultants Publishing

Our New Reality That Has Always Been … Our Reality

Today, I become all that I can be.
Today, I let myself see
That I need nothing nor no one
Because I am whole.
I am in touch with my soul,
And I am a self-made gal, one and done.

Right, wrong, or indifferent, I am what I am
And to be anything else is but loose letters on a wall.
Letters that don’t make words or sense or even rhyme.

I can’t control anything, not even time.
It flits; it flights; it fights, but it’s right.
It adds up; it speeds up; it slows down, jumps around.
The seconds of our lives, the minutes that form;
Then skip and whip around like there is no “norm”.

And, that is true! It took a Pandemic to show us
That there is no normal; there never was,
Just because that’s the way it is.

We can’t control our own destiny!
We can’t rewrite history!
We can’t dictate our own future!

We can’t expect to nurture
Ourselves, let alone somebody else.

You can only respect one’s self
And that’s enough.

–Deborah A. Bowman

There is hope for our world!


The Cambridge Writing Pad for Drawing from Yesteryear (note spiral binding).

So funny… Hilarious, in fact!

I’ve been looking for a legal-sized Cambridge Writing Pad forever, it seems. Writing by hand slows down the creative process so you can think, ponder, visualize in your imagination, before the screen goes dark.

Okay, so the new version doesn’t have spiral binding, but the spirals of metal just get all tangled up after a while anyway. But, they never break! A lot to be said for that.

So, I didn’t mind

Because they stood the test of time.

I still have all mine.

Research and quotes and notes and stuff.

All supposed to be novels, left in the rough.

Some rewritten, hopefully dated–NOT!

Yet, they weren’t left to rot.

Never finished, except one, I guess.

Snippets of inspiration left to rest.

Each one a mere skeleton, a brief look,

Maybe a book,

Into another world, a new universe

Of possibilities, fictional prose or poetic verse.

I can sit on the floor,

Spread them open around me,

Lift my eyes up and see

All the thoughts, plans, fears

Coming back to me from yesteryear.

Some are happy; some are sad.

Some have merit; some are bad!

These are all the thoughts that motivated me.

But, never fear; there is a punch line to my plea!

When I found the Cambridge tablet at the drugstore, I didn’t look inside of it. I mean, they used to be all the same, right? And, it was sealed, of course. Alas, upon opening the dark navy cover, there were no smooth cream or yellow gray-lined pages, only light-blue boxes covering the whole interior, front and back, in grid. I kid you not! Yet, I write in it anyway.

–Deborah A. Bowman, bowmanauthor/bowmaneditor

My Writer’s Life Story

My story is everyone’s poem.

My characters grow, evolve, roam

Just as we all do.

Emotions rising that finally flew

From the nest and took to the sky!

My story, my poem, my life is why…

I thrive and survive!

–Deborah A. Bowman

white clouds and blue sky
Emotion in the Sky!



Classic writer Thomas Hardy and a vintage cottage…

cropped-image2.jpgHow quaint, lovely, and idyllic! The classic British writer, Thomas Hardy, was born here in 1840. The cottage itself had been built by his great-grandfather. Though educated as an architect/builder, writing was his passion. Humble roots and literary genius!

I love vintage houses and classic literature!

Deborah A. Bowman

The Woman … What does she seek? (Poetry and Watercolor)

What does she seek?

Her vision is intense and defined.

Is that stone wall rising before her eyes

Really there or only in her mind?

I can feel the pressure in her breast as she sighs.

The tree behind her has lost its leaves.

Stark weathered branches reaching to the sky.

Is that a symbol for whom she grieves?

Does she even know or wonder why?

The pine brings life into her reach,

But she is looking away from the greenery.

What is above her that she doth seek?

What turns her away from the luscious scenery?

Is it real or is it merely how she feels?

Grief … the consummate, ultimate thief.Ā 

–Deborah A. Bowman